CHAPTER I.

STEPHEN DUDLEY was a native of New-York. He was educated to the profession of a painter. His father's trade was that of an apo⯑thecary. But this son, manifesting an attachment to the pencil, he was resolved that it should be gratified. For this end Stephen was sent at an early age to Europe, and not only enjoyed the in⯑structions of Fuzeli and Bartolozzi, but spent a considerable period in Italy, in studying the Au⯑gustan and Medicean monuments. It was intend⯑ed that he should practise his art in his native city, but the young man, though reconciled to this scheme by deference to paternal authority, and by a sense of its propriety, was willing, as long as possible to postpone it. The liberality of his fa⯑ther relieved him from all pecuniary cares. His whole time was devoted to the improvement of his skill in his favorite art, and the enriching of his mind with every valuable accomplishment. He was endowed with a comprehensive genius and indefatigable industry. His progress was proportionably rapid, and he passed his time with⯑out much regard to futurity, being too well satis⯑fied with the present to anticipate a change. A [6] change however was unavoidable, and he was obliged at length to pay a reluctant obedience to his father's repeated summons. The death of his wife had rendered his society still more necessary to the old gentleman.

He married before his return. The woman whom he had selected was an unportioned orphan, and was recommended merely by her moral qualities. These, however, were eminent, and secured to her, till the end of her life, the affection of her husband. Though painting was capable of fully gratifying his taste as matter of amusement, he quickly found that, in his new situation it would not answer the ends of a profession. His father supported himself by the profits of his shop, but with all his industry he could do no more than pro⯑cure a subsistence for himself and his son.

Till his father's death young Dudley attached himself to painting. His gains were slender but he loved the art, and his father's profession ren⯑dered his own exertions in a great degree super⯑fluous. The death of the elder Dudley introduc⯑ed an important change in his situation. It thenceforth became necessary to strike into some new path, to deny himself the indulgence of his inclinations, and regulate his future exertions by a view to nothing but gain. There was little room for choice. His habits had disqualified him for mechanical employments. He could not stoop to the imaginary indignity which attended them, nor spare the time necessary to obtain the requisite degree of skill. His father died in possession of some stock, and a sufficient portion of credit to supply its annual decays. He lived at what they call a good stand, and enjoyed a certain quantity of permanent custom. The knowledge that was required was as easily obtained as the elements of any other profession, and was not wholly unallied [7] to the pursuits in which he had sometimes engag⯑ed. Hence he could not hesitate long in forming his resolution, but assumed the management of his father's concerns with a cheerful and deter⯑mined spirit.

The knowledge of his business was acquired in no long time. He was stimulated to the acquisi⯑tion by a sense of duty, he was inured to habits of industry, and there were few things capable to resist a strenuous exertion of his faculties. Knowledge of whatever kind afforded a compen⯑sation to labour, but the task being finished, that which remained, which, in ordinary apprehen⯑sions would have been esteemed an easy and smooth path, was to him insupportably disgustful. The drudgery of a shop, where all the faculties were at a stand, and one day was an unvaried re⯑petition of the foregoing, was too incongenial to his disposition not to be a source of discontent. This was an evil which it was the tendency of time to increase rather than diminish. The lon⯑ger he endured it the less tolerable it became. He could not forbear comparing his present situa⯑tion with his former, and deriving from the con⯑trast perpetual food for melancholy.

The indulgence of his father had contributed to instill into him prejudices, in consequence of which a certain species of disgrace was annexed to every employment of which the only purpose was gain. His present situation not only pre⯑cluded all those pursuits which exalt and harmo⯑nize the feelings, but was detested by him as something humiliating and ignominious. His wife was of a pliant temper, and her condition less influenced by this change than that of her husband. She was qualified to be his comforter, but instead of dispelling his gloom by judicious ar⯑guments, or a seasonable example of vivacity, she [8] eaught the infection that preyed upon his mind and augmented his anxieties by partaking in them.

By enlarging in some degree, the foundation on which his father had built, he had provided the means of a future secession, and might console himself with the prospect of enjoying his darling ease at some period of his life. This period was necessarily too remote for his wishes, and had not certain occurrences taken place, by which he was flattered with the immediate possession of ease, it is far from being certain that he would not have fallen a victim to his growing disquietudes.

He was one morning engaged behind his coun⯑ter as usual, when a youth came into his shop, and, in terms that bespoke the union of fearless⯑ness and frankness, enquired whether he could be engaged as an apprentice. A proposal of this kind could not be suddenly rejected or adopted. He stood in need of assistance, the youth was manly and blooming, and exhibited a modest and ingenuous aspect. It was possible that he was, in every respect, qualified for the post for which he applied, but it was previously necessary to as⯑certain these qualifications. For this end he re⯑quested the youth to call at his house in the even⯑ing, when he should be at leisure to converse with him and furnished him with suitable direc⯑tions.

The youth came according to appointment. On being questioned as to his birth-place and ori⯑gin, he stated that he was a native of Wakefield, in Yorkshire; that his family were honest, and his education not mean; that he was the eldest of many children, and having attained an age at which he conceived it his duty to provide for him⯑self, he had, with the concurrence of his friends, come to America, in search of the means of inde⯑pendant [9] subsistence; that he had just arrived in a ship which he named, and, his scanty stock of money being likely to be speedily consumed, this had been the first effort he had made to procure employment.

His tale was circumstantial and consistent, and his veracity appeared liable to no doubt. He was master of his book and his pen, and had ac⯑quired more than the rudiments of Latin. Mr. Dudley did not require much time to deliberate. In a few days the youth was established as a member of his family, and as a coadjutor in his shop, nothing but food, clothing, and lodging be⯑ing stipulated as the reward of his services.

The young man improved daily in the good opinion of his master. His apprehension was quick, his sobriety invariable, and his application incessant. Tho' by no means presumptuous or arrogant, he was not wanting in a suitable de⯑gree of self-confidence. All his propensities ap⯑peared to concentre in his occupation and the pro⯑motion of his master's interest, from which he was drawn aside by no allurements of sensual or intel⯑lectual pleasure. In a short time he was able to relieve his master of most of the toils of his pro⯑fession, and Mr. Dudley a thousand times con⯑gratulated himself on possessing a servant equally qualified by his talents and his probity. He gra⯑dually remitted his attention to his own concerns, and placed more absolute reliance on the fidelity of his dependant.

Young Craig, that was the name of the youth, maintained a punctual correspondence with his family, and confided to his patron, not only copies of all the letters which he himself wrote, but those which, from time to time, he received. He had several correspondents, but the chief of those [10] were his mother and his eldest sister. The senti⯑ments contained in their letters breathed the most appropriate simplicity and tenderness, and flowed with the nicest propriety, from the different rela⯑tionships of mother and sister. The style and even the penmanship were distinct and charac⯑teristical.

One of the first of these epistles, was written by the mother to Mr. Dudley, on being informed by her son of his present engagement. It was dictated by that concern for the welfare of her child befitting the maternal character. Grati⯑tude, for the ready acceptance of the youth's ser⯑vices, and for the benignity of his deportment to⯑wards him, a just representation of which had been received by her from the boy himself, was expressed with no inconsiderable elegance; as well as her earnest wishes that Mr. Dudley should extend to him not only the indulgence, but the moral superintendance of a parent.

To this Mr. Dudley conceived it incumbent upon him to return a consenting answer, and let⯑ters were in this manner occasionally interchang⯑ed between them.

Things remained in this situation for three years, during which period every day enhanced the reputation of Craig, for stability and integri⯑ty. A sort of provisional engagement had been made between the parents, unattended however by any legal or formal act, that things should re⯑main on their present footing for three years. When this period terminated, it seemed as if a new engagement had become necessary. Craig expressed the utmost willingness to renew the former contract, but his master began to think that the services of his pupil merited a higher re⯑compence. He ascribed the prosperity that had hitherto attended him, to the disinterested exer⯑tions [11] of his apprentice. His social and literary gratifications had been increased by the increase of his leisure. These were capable of being still more enlarged. He had not yet acquired what he deemed a sufficiency, and could not therefore wholly relieve himself from the turmoils and hu⯑miliation of a professional life. He concluded that he should at once consult his own interest and perform no more than an act of justice to a faithful servant, by making Craig his partner, and allowing him a share of the profits, on condition of his discharging all the duties of the trade.

When this scheme was proposed to Craig, he professed unbounded gratitude, considered all that he had done as amply rewarded by the plea⯑sure of performance, and as being nothing more than was prescribed by his duty. He promised that this change in his situation should have no other effect, than to furnish new incitements to di⯑ligence and fidelity, in the promotion of an interest, which would then become in a still higher degree than formerly, a common one. Mr. Dudley communicated his intention to Craig's mother, who, in addition to many grateful acknowledge⯑ments, stated that a kinsman of her son, had en⯑abled him, in case of entering into partnership, to add a small sum to the common stock, and that for this sum, Craig was authorized to draw upon a London banker.

The proposed arrangement was speedily ef⯑fected. Craig was charged with the management of all affairs, and Mr. Dudley retired to the en⯑joyment of still greater leisure. Two years elaps⯑ed and nothing occurred to interrupt the harmo⯑ny that subsisted between the partners. Mr. Dudley's condition might be esteemed prosper⯑ous. His wealth was constantly accumulating. He had nearly attained all that he wished, and [12] his wishes still aimed at nothing less than splen⯑did opulence. He had annually increased the permanent sources of his revenue. His daughter was the only survivor of many children, who pe⯑rished in their infancy, before habit and maturity had rendered the parental tie difficult to break. This daughter had already exhibited proofs of a mind susceptible of high improvement, and the loveliness of her person promised to keep pace with her mental acquisitions. He charged him⯑self with the care of her education, and found no weariness or satiety in this task that might not be amply relieved by the recreations of science and literature. He flattered himself that his career, which had hitherto been exempt from any consi⯑derable impediment, would terminate in tranqui⯑lity. Few men might, with more propriety, have discarded all apprehensions respecting futurity.

Craig had several sisters and one brother younger than himself. Mr. Dudley desirous of promoting the happiness of this family, proposed to send for this brother, and have him educated to his own profession, insinuating to his partner that at the time when the boy should have gained sufficient stability and knowledge, he himself might be disposed to relinquish the profession al⯑together, on terms particularly advantageous to the two brothers who might thenceforth conduct their business jointly. Craig had been eloquent in praise of this lad, and his testimony had, from time to time, been confirmed by that of his mo⯑ther and sister. He had often expressed his wishes for the prosperity of the lad, and when his mother had expressed her doubts as to the best method of disposing of him, modestly requested Mr. Dudley's advice on this head. The proposal therefore, might be supposed to be particularly acceptable, and yet Craig expressed reluctance [13] to concur with it. This reluctance was accompa⯑nied with certain tokens which sufficiently shewed whence it arose. Craig appeared unwilling to increase those obligations under which he already laboured. His sense of gratitude was too acute to allow him to heighten it by the reception of new benefits.

It might be imagined that this objection would be easily removed; but the obstinacy of Craig's opposition was invincible. Mr. Dudley could not relinquish a scheme to which no stronger objec⯑tion could be made. And, since his partner could not be prevailed upon to make this proposal to the friends of the lad, he was determined to do it himself. He maintained an intercourse by letters with several of those friends which he formed in his youth. One of them usually resided in Lon⯑don. From him he received about this time, a letter, in which, among other information, the writer mentioned his intention of setting out on a tour through Yorkshire and the Scottish highlands. Mr. Dudley thought this a suitable opportunity for executing his design in favor of young Craig. He entertained no doubts about the worth and condition of this family, but was still desirous of obtaining some information on this head from one who would pass through this town where they re⯑sided, who would examine with his own eyes, and on whose discernment and integrity he could place an implicit reliance. He concealed this in⯑tention from his partner, and entrusted his letter to a friend who was just embarking for Europe. In due season he received an answer, confirming, in all respects, Craig's representations, but in⯑forming him that the lad had been lately disposed of in a way not equally advantageous with that which Mr. Dudley had propoſed, but such as would not admit of change.

[14]If doubts could possibly be entertained respect⯑ing the character and views of Craig, this evi⯑dence would have dispelled them: But plans however skilfully contrived, if founded on im⯑posture, cannot fail of being sometimes detected. Craig had occasion to be absent from the city for some weeks. Meanwhile a letter had been left at his lodgings by one who merely enquired if that were the dwelling of Mr. Dudley, and being answered by the servant in the affirmative, left the letter without further parley. It was superscribed with a name unknown to any of the family, and in a hand which its badness rendered almost ille⯑gible. The servant placed it in a situation to be seen by his master.

Mr. Dudley allowed it to remain unopened for a considerable time. At length, deeming it ex⯑cusable to discover, by any means, the person to whom it was addressed, he ventured to unseal it. It was dated at Portsmouth in New-Hampshire. The signature was Mary Mansfield. It was ad⯑dressed to her son, and was a curious specimen of illiterateness. Mary herself was unable to write, as she reminds her son, and had there⯑fore procured the assistance of Mrs. Dewitt, for whose family she washed. The amanuensis was but little superior in the arts of penmanship to her principal. The contents of the epistle were made out with some difficulty. This was the sub⯑stance of it

Mary reproaches her son for deserting her, and letting five years pass away without allowing her to hear from him. She informed him of her dis⯑tresses as they flowed from sickness and poverty, and were aggravated by the loss of her son who was so handsome and promising a lad. She related her marriage with Zekel Hackney, who first brought her tidings of her boy. He was [15] master, it seems, of a fishing smack, and voyaged sometimes to New-York. In one of his visits to this city, he met a mighty spry young man, on whom he thought he recognized his wife's son. He had traced him to the house of Mr. Dudley, and on enquiry, discovered that the lad resided here. On his return he communicated the tid⯑ings to his spouse, who had now written to re⯑proach him for his neglect of his poor old mother, and to intreat his assistance to relieve her from the necessity of drudging for her livelihood.

This letter was capable of an obvious con⯑struction. It was, no doubt, ſounded in mistake, though, it was to be acknowledged, that the mis⯑take was singular. Such was the conclusion im⯑mediately formed by Mr. Dudley. He quietly replaced the letter on the mantlepiece, where it had before stood, and dismissed the affair from his thoughts.

Next day Craig returned from his journey. Mr. Dudley was employed in examining some pa⯑pers in a desk that stood behind the door, in the apartment in which the letter was placed. There was no other person in the room when Craig en⯑tered it. He did not perceive Mr. Dudley, who was screened from observation, by his silence and by an open door. As soon as he entered, Mr. Dudley looked at him, and made no haste to speak. The letter whose superscription was turned towards him, immediately attracted Craig's attention. He seized it with some degree of ea⯑gerness, and observing the broken seal, thrust it hastily into his pocket, muttering, at the same time, in a tone, betokening a mixture of conster⯑nation and anger, "Damn it."—He immediately left the room, still uninformed of the presence of Mr. Dudley, who began to muse, with some ear⯑nestness, on what he had seen. Soon after he [16] left this room and went into another, in which the family usually sat. In about twenty minutes, Craig made his appearance with his usual free⯑dom and plausibility. Complimentary and cus⯑tomary topics were discussed. Mrs. Dudley and her daughter were likewise present. The unea⯑siness which the incident just mentioned had oc⯑casioned in the mind of Mr. Dudley, was at first dispelled by the disembarrassed behaviour of his partner, but new matter of suspicion was spee⯑dily afforded him. He observed that his partner spoke of his present entrance as of the first since his arrival, and that when the lady mentioned that he had been the subject of a curious mistake, a letter being directed to him by a strange name, and left there during his absence, he pretended total ignorance of the circumstance. The young lady was immediately directed by her mother to bring the letter which lay, she said, on the man⯑tle-tree in the next room.

During this scene Mr. Dudley was silent. He anticipated the disappointment of the messenger, believing the letter to have been removed. What then was his surprise when the messenger returned bearing the letter in her hand! Craig examined and read it and commented, with great mirth, on the contents, acting, all the while, as if he had never seen it before. These appear⯑ances were not qualified to quiet suspicion. The more Dudley brooded over them, the more dissa⯑tisfied he became. He, however, concealed his thoughts as well from Craig himself as his family, impatiently waiting for some new occurrence to arise by which he might square his future pro⯑ceedings.

During Craig's absence, Mrs. Dudley had thought this a proper occasion for cleaning his apartment. The furniture, and among the rest, [17] a large chest strongly fastened, was removed into an adjoining room which was otherwise unoccu⯑pied, and which was usually kept locked. When the cleansing was finished, the furniture was re⯑placed, except this trunk, which its bulk, the indolence of the servant, and her opinion of its uselessness, occasioned her to leave in the closet.

About a week after this, on a Saturday even⯑ing, Craig invited to sup with him a friend who was to embark, on the ensuing Monday, for Ja⯑maica. During supper, at which the family were present, the discourse turned on the voyage on which the guest was about to enter. In the course of talk, the stranger expressed how much he stood in need of a strong and commodious chest, in which he might safely deposit his cloaths and papers. Not being apprized of the early de⯑parture of the vessel, he had deferred till it was too late, applying to an artizan.

Craig desired him to set himself at rest on that head, for that he had, in his possession, just such a trunk as he described. It was of no use to him, being long filled with nothing better than refuse and lumber, and that, if he would, he might send for it the next morning. He turned to Mrs. Dudley and observed, that the trunk to which he alluded was in her possession, and he would thank her to direct its removal into his own apart⯑ment, that he might empty it of its present con⯑tents, and prepare it for the service of his friend. To this she readily assented.

There was nothing mysterious in this affair, but the mind of Mr. Dudley was pained with doubts. He was now as prone to suspect, as he was formerly disposed to confidence. This even⯑ing he put the key of the closet in his own pocket. When enquired for the next day, it was, of course, [18] missing. It could not be found on the most dili⯑gent search. The occasion was not of such mo⯑ment as to justify breaking the door. Mr. Dud⯑ley imagined that he saw, in Craig, more uneasi⯑ness at this disappointment, than he was willing to express. There was no remedy. The chest remained where it was, and, next morning, the ship departed on her voyage.

Craig accompanied his friend on board, was prevailed upon to go to sea with him, designing to return with the pilot-boat, but when the pilot was preparing to leave the vessel, such was this man's complaisance to the wishes of his friend, that he concluded to perform the remainder of the voyage in his company. The consequences are easily seen. Craig had gone with a resolution of never returning. The unhappy Dudley was left to deplore the total ruin of his fortune which had fallen a prey to the arts of a subtle imposter.

The chest was opened, and the part which Craig had been playing for some years, with so much success, was perfectly explained. It ap⯑peared that the sum which Craig had contributed to the common stock, when first admitted into partnership, had been previously purloined from the daily receipts of his shop, of which an exact register was kept. Craig had been so indiscrete as to preserve this accusing record, and it was dis⯑covered in this depository: He was the son of Mary Mansfield and a native of Portsmouth. The history of the Wakefield family, specious and complicated as it was, was entirely fictitious. The letters had been forged, and the correspon⯑dence supported by his own dexterity. Here was found the letter which Mr. Dudley had written to his friend requesting him to make certain en⯑quiries at Wakefield, and which he imagined that he had delivered with his own hands to a trusty [19] bearer. Here was the original draught of the an⯑swer he received. The manner in which this stratagem had been accomplished came gradually to light. The letter which was written to the Yorkshire traveller had been purloined, and ano⯑ther, with a similar superscription, in which the hand of Dudley was exactly imitated, and con⯑taining only brief and general remarks, had been placed in its stead. Craig must have suspected its contents, and by this suspicion have been in⯑cited to the theft. The answer which the En⯑glishman had really written, and which sufficient⯑ly corresponded with the forged letter, had been intercepted by Craig, and furnished him a model from which he might construct an answer adapt⯑ed to his own purposes.

This imposture had not been sustained for a tri⯑vial purpose. He had embezzled a large share of the stock, and had employed the credit of the house to procure extensive remittances to be made to an agent at a distance, by whom the property was effectually secured. Craig had gone to par⯑ticipate these spoils, while the whole estate of Mr. Dudley was insufficient to pay the demands that were consequently made upon him.

It was his lot to fall into the grasp of men, who squared their actions by no other standard than law, and who esteemed every claim to be incon⯑testably just, that could plead that sanction. They did not indeed throw him into prison. When they had despoiled him of every remnant of his property, they deemed themselves entitled to his gratitude for leaving his person unmolested.

CHAPTER II.

THUS in a moment was this man thrown from the summit of affluence to the lowest indigence. He had been habituated to independance and ease. This reverse, therefore, was the harder to bear. His present situation was much worse than at his father's death. Then he was sanguine with youth and glowing with health. He posses⯑sed a fund on which he could commence his ope⯑rations. Materials were at hand, and nothing was wanted but skill to use them. Now he had advanced in life. His frame was not exempt from infirmity. He had so long reposed on the bosom of opulence and enjoyed the respect at⯑tendant on wealth, that he felt himself totally in⯑capacitated for a new station. His misfortune had not been foreseen. It was imbittered by the consciousness of his own imprudence, and by re⯑collecting that the serpent which had stung him, was nurtured in his own bosom.

It was not merely frugal fare and an humble dwelling to which he was condemned. The evils to be dreaded were beggary and contempt. Luxury and leisure were not merely denied him. He must bend all his efforts to procure cloathing and food, to preserve his family from nakedness and famine. His spirit would not brook depen⯑dance. To live upon charity, or to take advan⯑tage of the compassion of his friends, was a des⯑tiny far worse than any other. To this there⯑fore he would not consent. However irksome and painful it might prove, he determined to pro⯑cure his bread by the labour of his hands.

But to what scene or kind of employment ſhould he betake himself? He could not endure [21] to exhibit this reverse of fortune on the same the⯑atre which had witnessed his prosperity. One of his first measures was to remove from New-York to Philadelphia. How should he employ himself in his new abode? Painting, the art in which he was expert, would not afford him the means of subsistence. Tho' no despicable musician, he did not esteem himself qualified to be a teacher of this art. This profession, besides, was treated by his new neighbours, with general, though un⯑merited contempt. There were few things on which he prided himself more than on the facili⯑ties and elegances of his penmanship. He was besides well acquainted with arithmetic and ac⯑compting. He concluded therefore, to offer his services as a writer in a public office. This em⯑ployment demanded little bodily exertion. He had spent much of his time at the book and the desk: his new occupation, therefore, was fur⯑ther recommended by its resemblance to his an⯑cient modes of life.

The first situation of this kind, for which he applied, he obtained. The duties were con⯑stant, but not otherwise toilsome or arduous. The emoluments were slender, but by contract⯑ing, within limits as narrow as possible, his ex⯑penses, they could be made subservient to the mere purposes of subsistence. He hired a small house in the suburbs of the city. It consisted of a room above and below, and a kitchen. His wife, daughter and one girl, composed its inha⯑bitants.

As long as his mind was occupied in projecting and executing these arrangements, it was divert⯑ed from uneasy contemplations. When his life became uniform, and day followed day in mono⯑tonous succession, and the novelty of his employ⯑ment [22] had disappeared, his cheerfulness began likewise to fade, and was succeeded by uncon⯑querable melancholy. His present condition was in every respect the contrast of his former. His servitude was intolerable. He was associated with sordid hirelings, gross and uneducated, who treated his age with rude familiarity, and insulted his ears with ribaldry and scurril jests. He was subject to command, and had his portion of daily drudgery allotted to him, to be performed for a pittance no more than would buy the bread which he daily consumed. The task assigned him was technical and formal. He was perpetually en⯑cumbered with the rubbish of law, and waded with laborious steps through its endless tautolo⯑gies, its impertinent circuities, its lying asser⯑tions, and hateful artifices. Nothing occurred to relieve or diversify the scene. It was one te⯑dious round of scrawling and jargon; a tissue made up of the shreds and remnants of barbarous antiquity, polluted with the rust of ages, and patched by the stupidity of modern workmen, in⯑to new deformity.

When the day's task was finished, jaded spi⯑rits, and a body enfeebled by reluctant applica⯑tion, were but little adapted to domestic enjoy⯑ments. These indeed were incompatible with a temper like his, to whom the privation of the comforts that attended his former condition, was equivalent to the loss of life. These privations were still more painful to his wife, and her death added one more calamity to those under which he already groaned. He had always loved her with the tenderest affection, and he justly regard⯑ed this evil as surpassing all his former woes.

But his destiny seemed never weary of perse⯑cuting him. It was not enough that he should fall a victim to the most atrocious arts, that he [23] should wear out his days in solitude and drudg⯑ery, that he should feel not only the personal re⯑straints and hardships attendant upon indigence, but the keener pangs that result from negligence and contumely. He was imperfectly recovered from the shock occasioned by the death of his wife, when his sight was invaded by a cataract. Its progress was rapid, and terminated in total blindness.

He was now disabled from pursuing his usual occupation. He was shut out from the light of heaven, and debarred of every human comfort. Condemned to eternal dark, and worse than the helplessness of infancy, he was dependant for the meanest offices on the kindness of others, and he who had formerly abounded in the gifts of for⯑tune, thought only of ending his days in a gaol or an alms-house.

His situation however was alleviated by one circumstance. He had a daughter whom I have formerly mentioned, as the only survivor of many children. She was sixteen years of age when the storm of adversity fell upon her father's house. It may be thought that one educated as she had been, in the gratification of all her wishes, and at an age of timidity and inexperience, would have been less fitted than her father for encoun⯑tering misfortune, and yet when the task of com⯑forter fell upon her, her strength was not found wanting. Her fortitude was immediately put to the test. This reverse did not only affect her obliquely and through the medium of her fa⯑mily, but directly and in one way usually very distressful to female feelings.

Her fortune and character had attracted many admirers. One of them had some reason to flatter himself with success. Miss Dudley's notions had little in common with those around her. She had [24] learned to square her conduct, in a considerable degree, not by the hasty impulses of inclination, but by the dictates of truth. She yielded nothing to caprice or passion. Not that she was perfectly exempt from intervals of weakness, or from the necessity of painful struggles, but these intervals were transient, and these struggles always suc⯑cessful. She was no stranger to the pleadings of love from the lips of others, and in her own bo⯑som, but its tumults were brief, and speedily gave place to quiet thoughts and steadfast pur⯑poses.

She had listened to the solicitations of one, not unworthy in himself, and amply recommend⯑ed by the circumstances of family and fortune. He was young and therefore impetuous. Of the good that he sought, he was not willing to delay the acquisition for a moment. She had been taught a very different lesson. Marriage includ⯑ed vows of irrevocable affection and obedience. It was a contract to endure for life. To form this connection in extreme youth, before time had unfolded and modelled the characters of the par⯑ties, was, in her opinion, a proof of pernicious and opprobrious temerity. Not to perceive the propriety of delay in this case, or to be regardless of the motives that would enjoin upon us a deli⯑berate procedure, furnished an unanswerable ob⯑jection to any man's pretensions. She was sen⯑sible, however, that this, like other mistakes, was curable. If her arguments failed to remove it, time, it was likely, would effect this purpose. If she rejected a matrimonial proposal for the pre⯑sent, it was for reasons that might not preclude her future acceptance of it.

Her scruples, in the present case, did not re⯑late to the temper or person, or understanding of her lover, but to his age, to the imperfectness of [25] their acquaintance, and to the want of that per⯑manence of character, which can flow only from the progress of time and knowledge. These ob⯑jections, which so rarely exist, were conclusive with her. There was no danger of her relin⯑quishing them in compliance with the remonstran⯑ces of parents and the solicitations of her lover, though the one and the other were urged with all the force of authority and insinuation. The pre⯑scriptions of duty were too clear to allow her to hesitate and waver, but the consciousness of rec⯑titude could not secure her from temporary vex⯑ations.

Her parents were blemished with some of the frailties of that character. They held themselves entitled to prescribe in this article, but they for⯑bore to exert their power. They condescended to persuade, but it was manifest, that they re⯑garded their own conduct as a relaxation of right, and had not the lover's importunities suddenly ceased, it is not possible to tell how far the hap⯑piness of Miss Dudley might have been endanger⯑ed. The misfortunes of her father were no sooner publicly known, than the youth forbore his vi⯑sits, and embarked on a voyage which he had long projected, but which had been hitherto de⯑layed by a superior regard to the interests of his passion.

It must be allowed that the lady had not fore⯑seen this event. She had exercised her judgment upon his character, and had not been deceived. Before this desertion, had it been clearly stated to her apprehension, she would have readily ad⯑mitted it to be probable. She knew the fascina⯑tion of wealth, and the delusiveness of self-confi⯑dence. She was superior to the folly of suppos⯑ing him exempt from sinister influences, and deaf to the whispers of ambition, and yet the manner [26] in which she was affected by this event, convinc⯑ed her that her heart had a larger share than her reason in dictating her expectations.

Yet it must not be supposed that she suffered any very acute distress on this account. She was grieved less for her own sake than his. She had no design of entering into marriage, in less than seven years from this period. Not a single hope, relative to her own condition, had been frustrat⯑ed. She had only been mistaken in her favoura⯑ble conceptions of another. He had exhibited less constancy and virtue than her heart had taught her to expect.

With those opinions, she could devote herself, with a single heart, to the alleviation of her pa⯑rent's sorrows. This change in her condition she treated lightly, and retained her cheerfulness un⯑impaired. This happened because, in a rational estimate, and so far as it affected herself, the mis⯑fortune was slight, and because her dejection would only tend to augment the disconsolateness of her parents, while, on the other hand, her se⯑renity was calculated to infuse the same confi⯑dence into them. She indulged herself in no fits of exclamation or moodiness. She listened in si⯑lence to their invectives and laments, and seized every opportunity that offered to inspire them with courage, to set before them the good as well as ill, to which they were reserved, to suggest expedients for improving their condition, and to soften the asperities of his new mode of life, to her father, by every species of blandishment and tenderness.

She refused no personal exertion to the com⯑mon benefit. She incited her father to diligence, as well by her example, as by her exortations; suggested plans, and superintended or assisted in the execution of them. The infirmities of sex [27] and age vanished before the motives to courage and activity flowing from her new situation. When settled in his new abode, and profession, she began to deliberate what conduct was in⯑cumbent on herself, how she might participate with her father, the burthen of the common main⯑tainance, and blunt the edge of this calamity by the resources of a powerful and cultivated mind.

In the first place, she disposed of every super⯑fluous garb and trinket. She reduced her ward⯑robe to the plainest and cheapest establishment. By this means alone, she supplied her father's ne⯑cessities with a considerable sum. Her music and even her books were not spared, not from the slight esteem in which these were held by her, but because she was thenceforth to become an economist of time as well as of money, be⯑cause musical instruments are not necessary to the practice of this art in its highest perfection, and because, books, when she should procure lei⯑sure to read, or money to purchase them, might be obtained in a cheaper and more commodious form, than those costly and splendid volumes, with which her father's munificence had formerly supplied her.

To make her expences as limited as possible was her next care. For this end she assumed the province of cook, the washing of house and cloaths, and the cleansing of furniture. Their house was small, the family consisted of no more than four persons, and all formality and expen⯑siveness were studiously discarded, but her strength was unequal to unavoidable tasks. A vigorous constitution could not supply the place of laborious habits, and this part of her plan must have been changed for one less frugal. The aid of a servant must have been hired, if it had not been furnished by gratitude.

[28]Some years before this misfortune, her mother had taken under her protection a girl, the daugh⯑ter of a poor woman, who subsisted by labour, and who dying, left this child without friend or protector. This girl possessed no very improve⯑able capacity, and therefore, could not benefit by the benevolent exertions of her young mistress as much as the latter desired, but her temper was artless and affectionate, and she attached herself to Constance with the most entire devotion. In this change of fortune she would not consent to be separated, and Miss Dudley, influenced by her affection to her Lucy, and reflecting that on the whole it was most to her advantage to share with her, at once, her kindness and her poverty, retained her as her companion. With this girl she shared the domestic duties, scrupling not to divide with her the meanest and most rugged, as well as the lightest offices.

This was not all. She, in the next place, con⯑sidered whether her ablity extended no farther than to save. Could she not by the employment of her hands increase the income as well as dimi⯑nish the expense? Why should she be precluded from all lucrative occupation? She soon came to a resolution. She was mistress of her needle, and this skill she conceived herself bound to employ for her own subsistence.

Cloathing is one of the necessaries of human existence. The art of the taylor is scarcely of less use than that of the tiller of the ground. There are few the gains of which are better me⯑rited, and less injurious to the principles of hu⯑man society. She resolved therefore to become a workwoman, and to employ in this way, the leisure she possessed from household avocations. To this scheme she was obliged to reconcile not only herself but her parents. The conquest of [29] their prejudices was no easy task, but her pa⯑tience and skill finally succeeded, and she pro⯑cured needle work in sufficient quantity to enable her to enhance in no trivial degree, the common fund.

It is one thing barely to comply with the ur⯑gencies of the case, and to do that which, in ne⯑cessitous circumstances is best. But to conform with grace and cheerfulness, to yield no place to fruitless recriminations and repinings, to contract the evils into as small a compass as possible, and extract from our condition all possible good, is a task of a different kind.

Mr. Dudley's situation required from him fru⯑gality and diligence. He was regular and unin⯑termitted in his application to his pen. He was frugal. His slender income was administered agreeably to the maxims of his daughter: but he was unhappy. He experienced in its full extent the bitterness of disappointment.

He gave himself up for the most part to a list-less melancholy. Sometimes his impatience would produce effects less excusable; and con⯑jure up an accusing and irascible spirit. His wife and even his daughter he would make the objects of peevish and absurd reproaches. These were moments when her heart drooped indeed, and her tears could not be restrained from flow⯑ing. These fits were transitory and rare, and when they had passed, the father seldom failed to mingle tokens of contrition and repentance with the [...]ears of his daughter. Her arguments and soothings were seldom disappointed of success. Her mother's disposition was soft and pliant, but she could not accommodate herself to the necessi⯑ty of her husband's affairs. She was obliged to endure the want of some indulgences, but she re⯑served [30] to herself the liberty of complaining, and to subdue this spirit in her was found utterly im⯑practicable. She died a victim to discontent.

This event deepened the gloom that shrouded the soul of her father, and rendered the task of consolation still more difficult. She did not des⯑pair. Her sweetness and patience was invincible by any thing that had already happened, but her fortitude did not exceed the standard of human nature. Evils now began to menace her, to which it is likely she would have yielded, had not their approach been intercepted by an evil of a different kind.

The pressure of grief is sometimes such as to prompt us to seek a refuge in voluntary death. We must lay aside the burthen which we cannot sustain. If thought degenerate into a vehicle of pain, what remains but to destroy that vehicle? For this end, death is the obvious, but not the only, or morally speaking, the worst means. There is one method of obtaining the bliss of for⯑getfulness, in comparison with which suicide is innocent.

The strongest mind is swayed by circumstan⯑ces. There is no firmness of integrity, perhaps, able to repel every species of temptation, which is produced by the present constitution of human affairs, and yet temptation is successful, chiefly by virtue of its gradual and invisible approaches. We rush into danger, because we are not aware of its existence, and have not therefore provided the means of safety, and the daemon that seizes us is hourly reinforced by habit. Our opposition grows fainter in proportion as our adversary ac⯑quires new strength, and the man becomes en⯑slaved by the most sordid vices, whose fall would, at a former period, have been deemed impossible, or who would have been imagined li⯑able [31] to any species of depravity, more than to this.

Mr. Dudley's education had entailed upon him many errors, yet who would have supposed it possible for him to be enslaved by a deprav⯑ed appetite; to be enamoured of low de⯑bauchery, and to grasp at the happiness that in⯑toxication had to bestow? This was a mournful period in Constantia's history. My feelings will not suffer me to dwell upon it. I cannot describe the manner in which she was affected by the first symptoms of this depravity, the struggles which she made to counteract this dreadful infatuation, and the grief which she experienced from the re⯑peated miscarriage of her efforts. I will not de⯑tail her various expedients for this end, the ap⯑peals which she made to his understanding, to his sense of honor and dread of infamy, to the grati⯑tude to which she was entitled, and to the in⯑junctions of parental duty. I will not detail his fits of remorse, his fruitless penitence, and conti⯑nual relapses, nor depict the heart-breaking scenes of uproar and violence, and foul disgrace that accompanied his paroxysms of drunkenness.

The only intellectual amusement which this la⯑dy allowed herself was writing. She enjoyed one distant friend, with whom she maintained an un⯑interrupted correspondence, and to whom she confided a circumstantial and copious relation of all these particulars. That friend is the writer of these memoirs. It is not impossible but that these letters may be communicated to the world, at some future period. The picture which they exhibit is hourly exemplified and realized, though, in the many-coloured scenes of human life, none surpasses it in disastrousness and hor⯑ror. My eyes almost wept themselves dry over this part of her tale.

[32]In this state of things Mr. Dudley's blindness might justly be accounted, even in its immediate effects, a fortunate event. It dissolved the spell, by which he was bound, and which, it is proba⯑ble, would never have been otherwise broken. It restored him to himself and shewed him, with a distinctness which made him shudder, the gulf to which he was hastening But nothing can com⯑pensate to the sufferer the evils of blindness. It was the business of Constantia's life to alleviate those sufferings, to cherish and console her father, and to rescue him, by the labour of her hands from dependance on public charity. For this end, her industry and solicitude were never at rest. She was able, by that industry, to provide him and herself with necessaries. Their portion was scanty, and, if it sometimes exceeded the standard of their wants, not less frequently fell short of it. For all her toils and disquietudes she esteemed herself fully compensated by the smiles of her father. He indeed could seldom be prompted to smile, or to suppress the dictates of that despair which flowed from his sense of this new calamity, and the aggravations of hardship which his recent insobrieties had occasioned to his daughter.

She purchased what books her scanty stock would allow, and borrowed others. These she read to him when her engagements would per⯑mit. At other times she was accustomed to so⯑lace herself with her own music. The lute which her father had purchased in Italy, and which had been disposed of among the rest of his effects, at public sale, had been gratuitously restored to him by the purchaser, on condition of his retaining it in his possession. His blindness and inoccupation now broke the long silence to which this instru⯑ment [33] had been condemned, and afforded an ac⯑companiment to the young lady's voice.

Her chief employment was conversation. She resorted to this as the best means of breaking the monotony of the scene; but this purpose was not only accomplished, but other benefits of the high⯑est value accrued from it. The habits of a painter eminently tended to vivify and make exact her father's conceptions and delineations of visible objects. The sphere of his youthful observation comprised more ingredients of the picturesque, than any other sphere. The most precious mate⯑rials of the moral history of mankind, are derived from the revolutions of Italy. Italian features and landscape, constitute the chosen field of the artist. No one had more carefully explored this field than Mr. Dudley. His time, when abroad, had been divided between residence at Rome, and excursions to Calabria and Tuscany. Few impressions were effaced from his capacious re⯑gister, and these were now rendered by his elo⯑quence, nearly as conspicuous to his companion as to himself.

She was imbued with an ardent thirst of know⯑ledge, and by the acuteness of her remarks, and the judiciousness of her enquiries, reflected back upon his understanding as much improvement as she received. These efforts to render his cala⯑mity tolerable, and enure him to the profiting by his own resources, were aided by time, and, when reconciled by habit to unrespited gloom, he was, sometimes, visited by gleams of cheerfulness, and drew advantageous comparisons between his present and former situation. A stillness not un⯑akin to happiness, frequently diffused itself over their winter evenings. Constance enjoyed, in their full extent, the felicities of health and self-approbation. [34] The genius and eloquence of her father, nourished by perpetual exercise, and un⯑diverted from its purpose by the intrusion of vis⯑ible objects, frequently afforded her a delight in comparison with which all other pleasures were mean.

CHAPTER III.

THIS period of tranquillity was short. Pover⯑ty hovered at their threshold, and in a state pre⯑carious as their's, could not be long excluded. The lady was more accustomed to anticipate good than evil, but she was not unconscious that the winter, which was hastening, would bring it with numerous inconveniences. Wants during that season are multiplied, while the means of supplying them either fail or are diminished. Fuel is alone, a cause of expense equal to all other articles of subsistence. Her dwelling was old, crazy, and full of avenues to air. It was evident that neither fire nor cloathing would, in an habitation like that, attemper the chilling blasts. Her scanty gains were equal to their needs, during summer, but would probably fall short during the prevalence of cold.

These reflections could not fail sometimes to intrude. She indulged them as long as they serv⯑ed merely to suggest expedients and provisions for the future, but laboured to call away her at⯑tention when they merely produced anxiety. This she more easily effected, as some months of summer were still to come, and her knowledge of [35] the vicissitudes to which human life is subject, taught her to rely upon the occurrence of some fortunate, though unforeseen event.

Accident suggested an expedient of this kind. Passing through an alley, in the upper part of the town, her eye was caught by a label on the door of a small house, signifying that it was to be let. It was smaller than that she at present occupied, but it had an aspect of much greater comfort and neatness. Its situation, near the centre of the city, in a quiet, cleanly, and well paved alley, was far preferable to that of her present habita⯑tion, in the suburbs, scarcely accessible in win⯑ter for pools and gullies, and in a neighbourhood abounding with indigence and profligacy. She likewise considered that the rent of this might be less, and that the proprietor of this might have more forbearance and benignity than she had hi⯑therto met with.

Unconversant as she was with the world, im⯑bued with the timidity of her sex and her youth, many enterprizes were arduous to her, which would, to age and experience, have been easy. Her reluctances, however, when required by ne⯑cessity, were overcome, and all the measures which her situation prescribed, executed with address and dispatch. One, marking her deport⯑ment, would have perceived nothing but dignity and courage. He would have regarded these as the fruits of habitual independence and exertion, whereas they were merely the results of clear perceptions and inflexible resolves.

The proprietor of this mansion was immediate⯑ly sought out, and a bargain, favorable as she could reasonably desire, concluded. Possession was to be taken in a week. For this end carters and draymen were to be engaged, household im⯑plements to be prepared for removal, and negli⯑gence [36] and knavery prevented by scrupulous at⯑tention. The duties of superintendence and ex⯑ecution devolved upon her. Her father's blind⯑ness rendered him powerless. His personal ease required no small portion of care. Household and professional functions were not to be omitted. She stood alone in the world. There was none whose services or counsel she could claim. Tor⯑tured by multiplicity of cares, shrinking from ex⯑posure to rude eyes, and from contention with refractory and insolent spirits, and overpowered with fatigue and disgust, she was yet compelled to retain a cheerful tone in her father's presence, and to struggle with his regrets and his peevish⯑ness.

O my friend! Methinks I now see thee, en⯑countering the sneers and obstinacy of the mean⯑est of mankind, subjecting that frame of thine, so exquisitely delicate, and therefore so feeble, to the vilest drudgery. I see thee, leading thy un⯑happy father to his new dwelling, and stifling the sighs produced by his fruitless repinings and un⯑seasonable scruples—Why was I not partaker of thy cares and labours? Why was I severed from thee by the ocean, and kept in ignorance of thy state? I was not without motives to anxiety, for I was friendless as thou, but how unlike to thine was my condition! I reposed upon down and tis⯑sue, never moved but with obsequious atten⯑dance and pompous equipage, painting and mu⯑sic were consolations ever at hand, and my cabi⯑net was stored with poetry and science. These, indeed, were insufficient to exclude care, and with regard to the past, I have no wish but that I had shared with my friend her toilsome and hu⯑miliating lot. However an erroneous world might judge, thy life was full of dignity, and thy mo⯑ments [37] of happiness not few, since happiness is only attendant on the performance of our duty.

A toilsome and sultry week was terminated by a sabbath of repose. Her new dwelling posses⯑sed indisputable advantages over her old. Not the least of these benefits consisted in the vicinity of people, peaceable and honest, though poor. She was no longer shocked by the clamours of de⯑bauchery, and exposed, by her situation, to the danger of being mistaken by the profligate of ei⯑ther sex, for one of their own class. It was rea⯑sonable to consider this change of abode, as for⯑tunate, and yet, circumstances quickly occurred which suggested a very different conclusion.

She had no intercourse, which necessity did not prescribe, with the rest of the world. She screened herself as much as possible from inter⯑course with prying and loquacious neighbours. Her father's inclinations in this respect coincided with her own, though their love of seclusion was prompted by different motives. Visitants were hated by the father, because his dignity was hurt by communication with the vulgar. The daugh⯑ter set too much value upon time willingly to waste it upon trifles and triflers. She had no pride to subdue, and therefore never escaped from well meant importunity at the expense of politeness and good humour. In her moments of leisure, she betook herself to the poet and the moralist for relief.

She could not at all times, suppress the consci⯑ousness of the evils which surrounded and threat⯑ened her. She could not but rightly estimate the absorbing and brutifying nature of that toil to which she was condemned. Literature had hi⯑therto been regarded as her solace. She knew that meditation and converse as well as books and the pen, are instruments of knowledge, but her [38] musing thoughts were too often fixed upon her own condition. Her father's soaring moods and luminous intervals grew less frequent. Conver⯑sation was too rarely abstracted from personal considerations, and strayed less often than before into the wilds of fancy or the mazes of analysis.

These circumstances led her to reflect whether subsistence might not be obtained by occupations purely intellectual. Instruction was needed by the young of both sexes. Females frequently performed the office of teachers. Was there no branch of her present knowledge which she might claim wages for imparting to others? Was there no art within her reach to acquire, convertible into means of gain? Women are generally limit⯑ed to what is sensual and ornamental: Music and painting, and the Italian and French languages, are bounds which they seldom pass. In these pursuits it is not possible, nor is it expected, that they should arrive at the skill of adepts. The education of Constance had been regulated by the peculiar views of her father, who sought to make her, not alluring and voluptuous, but eloquent and wise. He therefore limited her studies to Latin and English. Instead of familiarizing her with the amorous effusions of Petrarcha and Ra⯑cine, he made her thoroughly conversant with Tacitus and Milton. Instead of making her a practical musician or pencilist, he conducted her to the school of Newton and Hartley, unveiled to her the mathematical properties of light and sound, taught her as a metaphysician and anato⯑mist, the structure and power of the senses, and discussed with her the principles and progress of human society.

These accomplishments tended to render her superior to the rest of women, but in no degree qualified her for the post of a female instructor. [39] She saw and lamented her deficiencies, and gra⯑dually formed the resolution of supplying them. Her knowledge of the Latin tongue and of gram⯑matical principles, rendered easy the acquisition of Italian and French, these being merely Scions from the Roman stock.

Having had occasion, previous to her change of dwelling, to purchase paper at a bookseller's, the man had offered her at a very low price, a second-hand copy of Veneroni's grammar. The offer had been declined, her views at that time being otherwise directed. Now, however, this incident was remembered, and a resolution in⯑stantly formed to purchase the book. As soon as the light declined, and her daily task at the nee⯑dle had drawn to a close, she set out to execute this purpose. Arriving at the house of the book⯑seller, she perceived that the doors and windows were closed. Night having not yet arrived, the conjecture easily occurred, that some one had died in the house. She had always dealt with this man for books and paper, and had always been treated with civility. Her heart readily ad⯑mitted some sympathy with his distress, and to remove her doubts, she turned to a person who stood at the entrance of the next house, and who held a cloth steeped in vinegar to his nostrils. In reply to her question, the stranger said in a tone of the deepest consternation—Mr. Watson do you mean? He is dead: He died last night of the yellow fever.

The name of this disease was not absolutely new to her ears. She had been apprized of its rapid and destructive progress in one quarter of the city, but, hitherto, it had existed, with regard to her, chiefly in the form of rumour. She had not realized the nature or probable extent of the evil. She lived at no great distance from the seat of the [40] malady, but her neighbourhood had been hitherto exempt. So wholly unused was she to contem⯑plate pestilence except at a distance, that its ac⯑tual existence in the bosom of this city was incre⯑dible.

Contagious diseases, she well knew, periodi⯑cally visited and laid waste the Greek and Egyp⯑tian cities. It constituted no small part of that mass of evil, political and physical, by which that portion of the world has been so long afflicted. That a pest equally malignant had assailed the metropolis of her own country, a town famous for the salubrity of its airs and the perfection of its police, had something in it so wild and uncouth that she could not reconcile herself to the possibi⯑lity of such an event.

The death of Watson, however, filled her mind with awful reflections. The purpose of her walk was forgotten amidst more momentous con⯑siderations. She bent her steps pensively home⯑ward. She had now leisure to remark the symp⯑toms of terror with which all ranks appeared to have been seized. The streets were as much frequented as ever, but there were few passen⯑gers whose countenances did not betray alarm, and who did not employ the imaginary antidote to infection, vinegar.

Having reached home, she quickly discovered in her father, an unusual solemnity and thought⯑fulness. He had no power to conceal his emo⯑tions from his daughter, when her efforts to dis⯑cover them were earnestly exerted. She learn⯑ed that, during her absence he had been visited by his next neighbour, a thrifty, sober and well meaning, but ignorant and meddling person, by name Whiston. This person, being equally in⯑quisitive into other men's affairs, and communica⯑tive of his own, was always an unwelcome visi⯑tant. [41] On this occasion, he had come to disbur⯑then on Mr. Dudley his fears of disease and death. His tale of the origin and progress of the epidemic, of the number and suddenness of re⯑cent deaths was delivered with endless prolixity. With this account he mingled prognostics of the future, counselled Mr. Dudley to fly from the scene of danger, and stated his own schemes and resolutions. After having thoroughly affrighted and wearied his companion he took his leave.

Constance endeavoured to remove the impres⯑sion which had been thus needlessly made. She urged her doubts as to the truth of Whiston's re⯑presentations, and endeavoured, in various ways, to extenuate the danger.

Nay, my child, said her father, thou needest not reason on the subject. I am not affraid. At least, on my own account I fear nothing. What is life to me that I should dread to lose it? If on any account I should tremble it is on thine, my angelic girl. Thou dost not deserve thus early to perish: And yet if my love for thee were rational, perhaps, I ought to wish it. An evil destiny will pursue thee to the close of thy life, be it ne⯑ver so long.

I know that ignorance and folly breed the phan⯑toms by which themselves are peplexed and ter⯑rified, and that Whiston is a fool, but here the truth is too plain to be disguised. This malady is pestilential. Havock and despair will accom⯑pany its progress and its progress will be rapid. The tragedies of Marseilles and Messina will be reacted on this stage.

For a time, we in this quarter will be exempt, but it will surely reach us at last, and then, whi⯑ther shall we fly? For the rich, the whole world is a safe asylum, but for us, indigent and [42] wretched, what fate is reserved but to stay and perish? If the disease spare us, we must perish by neglect and famine. Alarm will be far and wide diffused. Fear will hinder those who supply the market, from entering the city. The price of food will become exorbitant. Our present source of subsistence, ignominious and scanty as it is, will be cut off. Traffic and labour of every kind will be at an end. We shall die, but not until we have witnessed and endured horrors that sur⯑pass thy powers of conception.

I know full well the enormity of this evil. I have been at Messina, and talked with many who witnessed the state of that city in 1743. I will not freeze thy blood with the recital. Anticipa⯑tion has a tendency to lessen or prevent some evils, but pestilence is not of that number. Strange untowardness of destiny! That thou and I should be cast upon a scene like this!

Mr. Dudley joined with uncommon powers of discernment, a species of perverseness not easily accounted for. He acted as if the inevitable evils of her lot was not sufficient for the trial of his daugh⯑ter's patience. Instead of comforter and counsellor, he fostered impatience in himself, and endeavour⯑ed, with the utmost diligence, to undermine her fortitude and disconcert her schemes. The task was assigned to her, not only of subduing her own fears, but of maintaining the contest with his disastrous eloquence. In most cases she had not failed of success. Hitherto their causes of anxie⯑ty, her own obſervation had, in some degree, en⯑abled her to estimate at their just value. The r [...]eful pictures which his imagination was wont to pourtray, affected her for a moment; but delibe⯑rate scrutiny commonly enabled her to detect and demonstrate their falacy. Now, however, the theme was new. Panick and foreboding found [43] their way to her heart in defiance of her strug⯑gles. She had no experience by which to coun⯑teract this impulse. All that remained was to beguile her own and her father's cares by coun⯑terfeiting cheerfulness and introducing new to⯑pics.

This panic, stifled for a time, renewed its sway when she retired to her chamber. Never did fu⯑turity wear, to her fancy, so dark an hue. Ne⯑ver did her condition appear to her in a light so dreary and forlorn. To fly from the danger was impossible. How should accommodation at a distance, be procured? The means of subsist⯑ence were indissolubly connected with her pre⯑sent residence, but the progress of this disease would cut off these means, and leave her to be beset not only with pestilence but famine. What provision could she make against an evil like this?

CHAPTER IV.

THE terms on which she had been admitted into this house, included the advance of one quar⯑ter's rent and the monthly payment of subsequent dues. The requisite sum had been with difficulty collected, the landlord had twice called to remind her of her stipulation, and this day had been fixed for the discharge of this debt. He had omitted, contrary to her expectations and her wishes, to come. It was probable, however, that they should meet on the ensuing day. If he should fail in this respect, it appeared to be her duty to car⯑ry [44] the money to his house, and this it had been her resolution to perform.

Now, however, new views were suggested to her thoughts. By the payment of this debt she should leave herself nearly destitute. The flight and terror of the citizens would deprive her of employment. Want of food was an immediate and inevitable evil which the payment of this sum would produce. Was it just to incur this evil? To retain the means of luxurious gratification would be wrong, but to bereave herself and her father of bare subsistance was surely no dictate of duty.

It is true the penalty of nonpayment was al⯑ways in the landlord's hands. He was empower⯑ed by the law to sell their moveables and expel them from his house. It was now no time for a pe⯑nalty like this to be incurred. But from this treat⯑ment it was reasonable to hope that his lenity would save them. Was it not right to wait till the alternative of expulsion or payment was im⯑posed? Meanwhile, however, she was subjected to the torments of suspense and to the guilt of a broken promise. These consequences were to be eluded only in one way: By visiting her landlord and stating her true condition, it was possible that his compassion would remit claims which were, in themselves, unreasonable and uncom⯑mon. The tender of the money accompanied by representations sufficiently earnest and pathetic, might possibly be declined.

These reflections were, next morning, submit⯑ted to her father. Her decision in this case was of less importance in his eyes, than in those of his daughter. Should the money be retained, it was, in his opinion, a pittance too small to afford them effectual support. Supposing provisions to be had at any price, which was, itself improbable, [45] that price would be exorbitant. The general confusion would probably last for months, and thirty dollars would be devoured in a few weeks even in a time of safety. To give or to keep was indifferent for another reason. It was absurd for those to consult about means of subsistence for the next month, when it was fixed that they should die to-morrow—The true proceeding was obvi⯑ous. The landlord's character was well known to him by means of the plaints and invectives of their neighbours, most of whom were tenants of the same man. If the money were offered his avarice would receive it, in spite of all the pleas that she should urge. If it were detained with⯑out lieve, an officer of justice would quickly be dispatched to claim it.

This statement was sufficient to take away from Constance the hope that she had fostered. What then, said she, after a pause, is my father's ad⯑vice? Shall I go forthwith and deliver the money?

No, said he, stay till he sends for it. Have you forgotten that Mathews resides in the very midst of this disease. There is no need to thrust yourself within its fangs. They will reach us time enough. It is likely his messenger will be an agent of the law. No matter. The debt will be merely increased by a few charges. In a state like ours, the miserable remnant is not worth car⯑ing for.

This reasoning, did not impart conviction to the lady. The danger, flowing from a tainted atmosphere was not small, but to incur that dan⯑ger was wiser than to exasperate their landlord, to augment the debt and to encounter the dis⯑grace, accruing from a constable's visits. The conversation was dropped and, presently after, she set out on a visit to Mathews.

[46]She fully estimated the importance to her hap⯑piness of the sum which she was going to pay. The general panic had already, in some degree, pro⯑duced the effect she chiefly dreaded; the failure of employment for her needle. Her father had, with his usual diligence at self-torment, supplied her with sufficient proofs of the covetous and ob⯑durate temper of her creditor. Insupportable, however, as the evil of payment was, it was bet⯑ter to incur it spontaneously, than by means of legal process. The desperateness of this pro⯑ceeding therefore, did not prevent her from adopting it, but it filled her heart with the bitter⯑est sensations. Absorbed as she past along, by these, she was nearly insensible to the vacancy which now prevailed in a quarter which formerly resounded with the din of voices and carriages.

As she approached the house to which she was going, her reluctance to proceed increased. Frequently she paused to recollect the motives that had prescribed this task, and to reinforce her purposes. At length she arrived at the house. Now, for the first time, her attention was excited by the silence and desolation that surrounded her. This evidence of fear and of danger struck upon her heart. All appeared to have fled from the pre⯑sence of this unseen and terrible foe. The teme⯑rity of adventuring thus into the jaws of the pest, now appeared to her in glaring colours.

Appearances suggested a reflection which had not previously occurred and which tended to con⯑sole her. Was it not probable that Mathews had likewise flown? His habits were calculated to endear to him his life: He would scarcely be among the last to shun perils like these: The omission of his promised visit on the preceding day, might be owing to his absence from the city, and thus, without subjection to any painful alter⯑native, [74] she might be suffered to retain the money.

To give certainty to this hope, she cast her eye towards the house opposite to which she now stood. Her heart drooped on perceiving proofs that the dwelling was still inhabited. The door was open and the windows in the second and third story were raised. Near the entrance, in the street, stood a cart. The horse attached to it, in his form and furniture and attitude, was an emblem of torpor and decay. His gaunt sides, motionless limbs, his gummy and dead eyes, and his head hanging to the ground, were in unison with the craziness of the vehicle to which he be⯑longed, and the paltry and bedusted harness which covered him. No attendant nor any human face was visible. The stillness, though at an hour customarily busy, was uninterrupted except by the sound of wheels moving at an almost indistin⯑guishable distance.

She paused for a moment to contemplate this unwonted spectacle. Her trepidations were mingled with emotions not unakin to sublimity, but the consciousness of danger speedily prevail⯑ed, and she hastened to acquit herself of her en⯑gagement. She approached the door for this purpose, but before she could draw the bell her motions were arrested by sounds from within. The staircase was opposite the door. Two per⯑sons were now discovered descending the stair. They lifted between them an heavy mass, which was presently discerned to be a coffin. Shocked by this discovery and trembling she withdrew from the entrance.

At this moment a door on the opposite side of the street opened and a female came out. Con⯑stance approached her involuntarily and her ap⯑pearance not being unattractive, adventured, [48] more by gestures than by words, to enquire whose obsequies were thus unceremoniously conducted. The woman informed her that the dead was Ma⯑thews, who, two days before, was walking about, indifferent to, and braving danger. She cut short the narrative which her companion seemed willing to prolong, and to embellish with all its circumstances, and hastened home with her ut⯑most expedition.

The mind of Constance was a stranger to pu⯑sillanimity. Death, as the common lot of all, was regarded by her without perturbation. The value of life, though not annihilated, was cer⯑tainly diminished by adversity. With whatever solemnity contemplated, it excited on her own account, no aversion or inquietude. For her fa⯑ther's sake only, death was an evil to be ardently deprecated. The nature of the prevalent disease, the limits and modes of its influence, the risque that is incurred by approaching the sick or the dead, or by breathing the surrounding element, were subjects foreign to her education. She judged like the mass of mankind from the most obvious appearances, and was subject like them to impulses which disdained the controul of her reason. With all her complacency for death and speculative resignation to the fate that governs the world, disquiet and alarm pervaded her bosom on this occasion.

The deplorable state to which her father would be reduced by her death, was seen and lamented, but her tremulous sensations flowed not from this source. They were, in some sort, inexplicable and mechanical. In spite of recollection and re⯑flection, they bewildered and harassed her, and subsided only of their own accord.

The death of Mathews was productive of one desirable consequence. Till the present tumult [49] were passed, and his representatives had leisure to inspect his affairs, his debtors would probably remain unmolested. He, likewise, who should succeed to the inheritance, might possess very different qualities, and be as much distinguished for equity as Mathews had been for extortion. These reflections lightened her footsteps as she hied homeward. The knowledge she had gain⯑ed, she hoped would counterpoise, in her father's apprehension, the perils, which accompanied the acquisition of it.

She had scarcely passed her own threshhold, when she was followed by Whiston. This man pursued the occupation of a Cooper. He per⯑formed journey-work in a shop, which, unfortu⯑nately for him, was situated near the water, and at a small distance from the scene of original in⯑fection. This day his employer had dismissed his workman, and Whiston was at liberty to retire from the city; a scheme, which had been the theme of deliberation and discussion during the preceding fortnight.

Hitherto his apprehensions seemed to have mo⯑lested others more than himself. The rumours and conjectures industriously collected during the day, were, in the evening, copiously detailed to his neighbours, and his own mind appeared to be disburthened of its cares, in proportion as he fil⯑led others with terror and inquietude. The pre⯑dictions of physicians, the measures of precaution prescribed by the government, the progress of the malady, and the history of the victims who were hourly destroyed by it, were communicated with tormenting prolixity and terrifying minute⯑ness.

On these accounts as well as on others, no one's visits were more unwelcome than his. As his deportment was sober and honest, and his inten⯑tions [50] harmless, he was always treated, by Con⯑stantia, with politeness, though his entrance al⯑ways produced a momentary depression of her spirits. On this evening she was less fitted than ever to repel those anxieties which his conversa⯑tion was qualified to produce. His entrance, therefore, was observed with sincere regret.

Contrary, however, to her expectation, Whis⯑ton brought with him new manners and a new ex⯑pression of countenance. He was silent, abstract⯑ed, his eye was full of inquietude, and wandered with perpetual restlessness. On these tokens be⯑ing remarked, he expressed, in faultering accents his belief, that he had contracted this disease, and that now it was too late for him to leave the city.

Mr. Dudley's education was somewhat medical. He was so far interested in his guest as to enquire into his sensations. They were such as were commonly the preludes to fever. Mr. Dudley, while he endeavoured by cheerful tones, to ba⯑nish his dejection, exhorted him to go home, and to take some hot and wholesome draught, in con⯑sequence of which, he might rise tomorrow with his usual health. This advice was gratefully re⯑ceived, and Whiston put a period to his visit much sooner than was customary.

Mr. Dudley entertained no doubts that Whiston was seized with the reigning disease, and extin⯑guished the faint hope which his daughter had cherished, that their district would escape. Whis⯑ton's habitation was nearly opposite their own, but as they made no use of their front room, they had seldom an opportunity of observing the trans⯑actions of their neighbours. This distance and seclusion were congenial with her feelings, and she derived pleasure from her father's confession, that they contributed to personal security.

[51]Constance was accustomed to rise with the dawn, and traverse, for an hour, the State-house Mall. As she took her walk the next morning, she pondered with astonishment on the present situation of the city. The air was bright and pure, and apparently salubrious. Security and silence seemed to hover over the scene. She was only reminded of the true state of things by the occasional appearance of carriages loaded with household utensils tending towards the country, and by the odour of vinegar by which every pas⯑senger was accompanied. The public walk was cool and fragrant as formerly, skirted by verdure as bright, and shaded by foliage as luxuriant, but it was no longer frequented by lively steps and cheerful countenances. Its solitude was uninter⯑rupted by any but herself.

This day passed without furnishing any occa⯑sion to leave the house. She was less sedulously employed than usual, as the cloaths, on which she was engaged, belonged to a family who had precipitately left the city. She had leisure there⯑fore to ruminate. She could not but feel some concern in the fate of Whiston. He was a young man who subsisted on the fruits of his labour, and divided his gains with an only sister who lived with him, and who performed every household office.

This girl was humble and innocent, and of a temper affectionate and mild. Casual intercourse only had taken place between her and Constance. They were too dissimilar for any pleasure to arise from communication, but the latter was suffici⯑ently disposed to extend to her harmless neigh⯑bour, the sympathy and succour which she need⯑ed. Whiston had come from a distant part of the country, and his sister was the only person in the city with whom he was connected by ties of kind⯑red. [52] In case of his sickness, therefore, their cons⯑dition would be helpless and deplorable.

Evening arrived, and Whiston failed to pay his customary visit. She mentioned this omission to her father, and expressed her apprehension as to the cause of it. He did not discountenance the inference which she drew from this circumstance, and assented to the justice of the picture which she drew of the calamitous state to which Whis⯑ton and his sister would be reduced by the indis⯑position of either. She then ventured to suggest the propriety of visiting the house, and of thus as⯑certaining the truth.

To this proposal Mr. Dudley urged the most vehement objectioes. What purpose could be served by entering their dwelling? What benefit would flow but the gratification of a dangerous curiosity? Constance was disabled from furnish⯑ing pecuniary aid. She could not act the part of physician or nurse. Her father stood in need of a thousand personal services, and the drudgery of cleansing and cooking, already exceeded the bounds of her strength. The hazard of contract⯑ing the disease by conversing with the sick, was imminent. What services was she able to ren⯑der equivalent to the consequences of her own sickness and death?

These representations had temporary influence. They recalled her for a moment, from her pur⯑pose, but this purpose was speedily re-embraced. She reflected that the evil to herself, formidable as it was, was barely problematical. That con⯑verse with the sick would impart this disease, was by no means certain. Whiston might at least be visited. Perhaps she should find him well. If sick, his disease might be unepidemical, or cura⯑ble by seasonable assistance. He might stand in [53] need of a physician, and she was more able than his sister, to summon this aid.

Her father listened calmly to her reasonings. After a pause, he gave his consent. In doing this he was influenced not by the conviction that his daughter's safety would be exposed to no ha⯑zard, but from a belief that though she might shun infection for the present, it would inevita⯑bly seize her during some period of the progress of this pest.

CHAPTER V.

IT was now dusk and she hastened to perform this duty. Whiston's dwelling was wooden and of small dimensions. She lifted the latch softly and entered. The lower room was unoccupied. She advanced to the foot of a narrow staircase, and knocked and listened, but no answer was re⯑turned to the summons. Hence there was rea⯑son to infer that no one was within, but this, from other considerations, was extremely impro⯑bable. The truth could be ascertained only by ascending the stair. Some feminine scruples were to be subdued before this proceeding could be adopted.

After some hesitation, she determined to as⯑cend. The staircase was terminated by a door at which she again knocked, for admission, but in vain. She listened and presently heard the motion as of some one in bed. This was suc⯑ceeded by tokens of vehement exertions to vo⯑mit. [54] These signs convincing her that the house was not without a tenant, she could not hesitate to enter the room.

Lying in a tattered bed, she now discovered Mary Whiston. Her face was flushed and swel⯑led, her eyes closed and some power appeared to have laid a leaden hand upon her faculties. The floor was moistened and stained by the effusion from her stomach. Constance touched her hand, and endeavoured to rouse her. It was with dif⯑ficulty that her attention was excited. Her lan⯑guid eyes were scarcely opened before they again closed and she sunk into forgetfulness.

Repeated efforts, however, at length recalled her to herself, and extorted from her some ac⯑count of her condition. On the day before, at noon, her stomach became diseased, her head dizzy, and her limbs unable to support her. Her brother was absent, and her drowsiness, inter⯑rupted only by paroxysms of vomiting, continued till his return late in the evening. He had then shewn himself, for a few minutes, at her bedside, had made some enquiries and precipitately retir⯑ed, since when he had not reappeared.

It was natural to imagine that Whiston had gone to procure medical assistance. That he had not returned, during a day and a half was matter of surprize. His own indisposition was recol⯑lected and his absence could only be accounted for by supposing that sickness had disabled him from regaining his own house. What was his real destiny, it was impossible to conjecture. It was not till some months after this period that sa⯑tisfactory intelligence was gained upon this head.

It appeared that Whiston had allowed his ter⯑rors to overpower the sense of what was due to his sister and to humanity. On discovering the condition of the unhappy girl, he left the house, [55] and, instead of seeking a physician, he turned his steps towards the country. After travelling some hours, being exhausted by want of food, by fatigue, and by mental as well as bodily anguish, he laid himself down under the shelter of an hay⯑rick, in a vacant field. Here he was discovered in the morning by the inhabitants of a neighbour⯑ing farm house. These people had too much re⯑gard for their own safety to accommodate him under their roof, or even to approach within fifty paces of his person.

A passenger whose attention and compassion had been excited by this incident, was endowed with more courage. He lifted the stranger in his arms, and carried him from this unwholesome spot to a barn. This was the only service which the passenger was able to perform. Whiston, deserted by every human creature, burning with fever, tormented into madness by thirst, spent three miserable days in agony. When dead, no one would cover his body with earth, but he was suffered to decay by piecemeal.

The dwelling, being at no great distance from the barn, could not be wholly screened from the malignant vapour which a corpse, thus neglect⯑ed, could not fail to produce. The inhabitants were preparing on this account, to change their abode, but, on the eve of their departure, the master of the family became sick. He was, in a short time, followed to the grave by his mother, his wife and four children.

They probably imbibed their disease from the tainted atmosphere around them. The life of Whiston and their own lives, might have been saved by affording the wanderer an asylum and suitable treatment, or at least, their own deaths might have been avoided by interring his re⯑mains.

[56]Meanwhile Constantia was occupied with re⯑flecting on the scene before her. Not only a physician but a nurse was wanting. The last province it was more easy for her to supply than the former. She was acquainted with the abode but of one physician. He lived at no small dis⯑tance from this spot. To him she immediately hastened, but he was absent, and his numerous engagements left it wholly uncertain when he would return and whether he would consent to increase the number of his patients. Direction was obtained to the residence of another, who was happily disengaged, and who promised to attend immediately. Satisfied with this assu⯑rance, she neglected to request directions, by which she might regulate herself on his failing to come.

During her return her thoughts were painfully employed in considering the mode proper for her to pursue, in her present perplexing situation. She was for the most part unacquainted with the character of those who composed her neighbour⯑hood. That any would be willing to undertake the tendance of this girl was by no means preba⯑ble. As wives and mothers, it would perhaps be unjust to require or permit it. As to herself there were labours and duties of her own suffi⯑cient to engross her faculties, yet, by whatever foreign cares or tasks she was oppressed, she felt that, to desert this being, was impossible.

In the absence of her friend, Mary's state ex⯑hibited no change. Constance, on regaining the house, lighted the remnant of a candle, and re⯑sumed her place by the bed side of the sick girl. She impatiently waited for the arrival of the phy⯑sician, but hour succeeded hour and he came not. All hope of his coming being extinguished, she bethought herself that her father might be able [57] to inform her of the best manner of proceeding. It was likewise her duty to relieve him from the suspence in which her absence would unavoidably plunge him.

On entering her own apartment she found a stranger in company with Mr. Dudley. The latter perceiving that she had returned, speedily ac⯑quainted her with the views of their guest. His name was M'Crea; he was the nephew of their landlord and was now become, by reversion, the proprietor of the house which they occupied. Mathews had been buried the preceding day, and M'Crea, being well acquainted with the en⯑gagements which subsisted between the deceas⯑ed and Mr. Dudley, had come, thus unseasona⯑bly, to demand the rent. He was not uncon⯑scious of the inhumanity and sordidness of this proceeding, and therefore, endeavoured to dis⯑guise it by the usual pretences. All his funds were exhausted. He came not only in his own name, but in that of Mrs. Mathews his aunt, who was destitute of money to procure daily and indispensible provision, and who was striving to collect a sufficient sum to enable her and the re⯑mains of her family, to fly from a spot where their lives were in perpetual danger.

These excuses were abundantly fallacious, but Mr. Dudley was too proud to solicit the forbear⯑ance of a man like this. He recollected that the engagement on his part was voluntary and expli⯑cit, and he disdained to urge his present exigen⯑ces as reasons for retracting it. He expressed the utmost readiness to comply with the demand, and merely desired him to wait till Miss Dudley returned. From the inquietudes with which the unusual duration of her absence had filled him, he was now relieved by her entrance.

[58]With an indignant and desponding heart, she complied with her father's directions, and the money being reluctantly delivered, M'Crea took an hasty leave. She was too deeply interested in the fate of Mary Whiston, to allow her thoughts to be diverted for the present into a new channel. She described the desolate condition of the girl to her father, and besought him to think of some⯑thing suitable to her relief.

Mr. Dudley's humanity would not suffer him to disapprove of his daughter's proceeding. He imagined that the symptoms of the patient por⯑tended a fatal issue. There were certain compli⯑cated remedies which might possibly be benefi⯑cial, but these were too costly, and the applica⯑tion would demand more strength than his daugh⯑ter could bestow. He was unwilling, however, to leave any thing within his power, untried. Pharmacy had been his trade, and he had reserv⯑ed, for domestic use, some of the most powerful evacuants. Constantia was supplied with some of these, and he consented that she should spend the night with her patient, and watch their ope⯑ration.

The unhappy Mary received whatever was of⯑fered, but her stomach refused to retain it. The night was passed by Constantia without closing her eyes. As soon as the day dawned, she pre⯑pared once more to summon the physician, who had failed to comply with his promise. She had scarcely left the house, however, before she met him. He pleaded his numerous engagements in excuse for his last night's negligence, and desired her to make haste to conduct him to the patient.

Having scrutinized her symptoms, he expres⯑sed his hopelessness of her recovery. Being in⯑formed of the mode in which she had been treat⯑ed, he declared his approbation of it, but inti⯑mated, [59] that these being unsuccessful, all that re⯑mained was to furnish her with any liquid she might chuse to demand, and wait patiently for the event. During this interview, the physician surveyed the person and dress of Constance with an inquisitive eye. His countenance betrayed marks of curiosity and compassion, and had he made any approaches to confidence and friendli⯑ness, Constance would not have repelled them. His air was benevolent and candid, and she esti⯑mated highly the usefulness of a counsellor and friend in her present circumstances. Some mo⯑tive, however, hindered him from tendering his service, and, in a few moments, he withdrew.

Mary's condition hourly grew worse. A cor⯑roded and gangrenous stomach was quickly testi⯑fied by the dark hue and poisonous malignity of the matter which was frequently ejected from it. Her stupor gave place to some degree of peevish⯑ness and restlessness. She drank the water that was held to her lips with unspeakable avidity, and derived from this source a momentary alleviation of her pangs. Fortunately for her attendant, her agonies were not of long duration. Constantia was absent from her bedside as rarely, and for periods as short as possible. On the succeeding night, the sufferings of the patient terminated in death.

This event took place at two o'clock in the morning. An hour whose customary stillness was, if possible, encreased tenfold by the deso⯑lation of the city. The poverty of Mary and of [...]er nurse, had deprived the former of the bene⯑fits resulting from the change of bed and cloaths. Every thing about her was in a condition noisome and detestable. Her yellowish and haggard vi⯑ [...]age, conspicuous by a feeble light, an atmos⯑phere freighted with malignant vapours, and re⯑minding [60] Constance at every instant, of the perils which encompassed her, the consciousness of so⯑litude and sensations of deadly sickness in her own frame, were sufficient to intimidate a soul of firmer texture than her's.

She was sinking fast into helplessness, when a new train of reflections shewed her the necessity of perseverance. All that remained was to con⯑sign the corpse to the grave. She knew that ve⯑hicles for this end were provided at the public expense, that notice being given of the occasion there was for their attendance, a receptacle and carriage for the dead would be instantly provided. Application, at this hoar, she imagined would be unseasonable. It must be deferred till the morn⯑ing which was yet at some distance.

Meanwhile to remain at her present post, was equally useless and dangerous. She endeavour⯑ed to stifle the conviction, that some mortal sick⯑ness had seized upon her own frame. Her anx⯑ieties of head and stomach, she was willing to impute to extraordinary fatigue and watchfulness; and hoped that they would be dissipated by an hour's unmolested repose. She formed the reso⯑lution of seeking her own chamber.

At this moment, however, the universal silence underwent a slight interruption. The sound was familiar to her ears. It was a signal frequently repeated at the midnight hour during this season of calamity. It was the slow movement of an hearse, apparently passing along the street, in which the alley, where Mr. Dudley resided, ter⯑minated. At first, this sound had no other effect than to aggravate the dreariness of all around her. Presently it occured to her that this vehicle might be disengaged. She conceived herself bound to see the last offices performed for the deceased Mary. The sooner so irksome a duty was dis⯑charged [61] the better. Every hour might augment her incapacity for exertion. Should she be un⯑able when the morning arrived, to go as far as the city-hall, and give the necessary informa⯑tion, the most shocking consequences would en⯑sue. Whiston's house and her own were oppo⯑site each other, and not connected with any on the same side. A narrow space divided them, and her own chamber was within the sphere of the contagion which would flow, in consequence of such neglect, from that of her neighbour.

Influenced by these considerations she passed into the street, and gained the corner of the al⯑ley, just as the carriage, whose movements she had heard, arrived at the same spot. It was ac⯑companied by two men, negroes, who listened to her tale with respect. Having already a bur⯑then of this kind, they could not immediately comply with this request. They promised that, having disposed of their present charge, they would return forthwith and be ready to execute her orders.

Happily one of these persons was known to her. At other seasons his occupation was that of woodcarter, and as such he had performed come services for Mr. Dudley. His temper was gentle and obliging. The characser of Constance had been viewed by him with reverence, and his kindness had relieved her from many painful of⯑fices. His old occupation being laid aside for a time, he had betaken himself, like many others of his colour and rank, to the conveyance and burial of the dead.

At Constantia's request, he accompanied her to Whiston's house, and promised to bring with him such assistance, as would render her further exertions and attendance unnecessary. Glad to be absolved from any new task, she now retired [62] to her own chamber. In spite of her distempered frame, she presently sunk into sweet sleep. She awoke not till the day had made considerable progress, and found herself invigorated and re⯑freshed. On re-entering Whiston's house, she discovered that her humble friend had faithfully performed his promise, the dead body having dis⯑appeared. She deemed it unsafe, as well as un⯑necessary, to examine the cloaths and other pro⯑perty remaining, but leaving every thing in the condition in which it had been found, she fasten⯑ed the windows and doors, and thenceforth kept as distant from the house as possible.

CHAPTER VI.

CONSTANTIA had now leisure to ruminate upon her own condition. Every day added to the devastation and confusion of the city. The most populous streets were deserted and silent. The greater number of inhabitants had fled, and those who remained were occupied with no cares but those which related to their own safety. The labours of the artizan and the speculations of the merchant were suspended. All shops, but those of the apothecaries were shut. No carriage but the herse was seen, and this was employed, night and day, in the removal of the dead. The customary sources of subsistence were cut off. Those, whose fortunes enabled them to leave the city, but who had deferred till now their retreat, were denied an asylum by the terror which per⯑vaded the adjacent country, and by the cruel [63] prohibitions which the neighbouring towns and cities thought it necessary to adopt. Those who lived by the fruits of their daily labour were subjected, in this total inactivity, to the alter⯑native of starving, or of subsisting upon public charity.

The meditations of Constance, suggested no alternative but this. The exactions of M'Crea had reduced her whole fortune to five dollars. This would rapidly decay, and her utmost inge⯑nuity could discover no means of procuring a new supply. All the habits of their life had combined to fill both her father and herself with aversion to [...]he acceptance of charity. Yet this avenue, op⯑ [...]robrious and disgustful as it was, afforded the only means of escaping from the worst extremes of famine.

In this state of mind it was obvious to consider [...]n what way the sum remaining might be most [...]sefully expended. Every species of provision was not equally nutritious or equally cheap. Her mind, active in the pursuit of knowledge and fer⯑ [...]le of resources, had lately been engaged, in [...]iscussing with her father, the best means of re⯑ [...]aining health, in a time of pestilence. On occa⯑ [...]ons, when the malignity of contagious diseases [...]as been most signal, some individuals have es⯑ [...]aped. For their safety, they were doubtless in⯑debted to some peculiarities in their constitution [...]r habits. Their diet, their dress, their kind [...]nd degree of exercise, must some-what hare contributed to their exemption from the common [...]estiny. These, perhaps, could be ascertained, [...]nd when known it was surely proper to conform [...]o them.

In discussing these ideas, Mr. Dudley intro⯑ [...]uced the mention of a Benedictine of Messina, who, during the prevalence of the plague in that [64] city, was incessantly engaged in administering assistance to those who needed. Notwithstand⯑ing his perpetual hazards, he retained perfec [...] health, and was living thirty years after this event. During this period, he fostered a tran⯑quil, fearless, and benevolent spirit, and re⯑stricted his diet to water and pollenta. Spices, and meats, and liquors, and all complexities of cookery were utterly discarded.

These facts now occurred to Constantia's re⯑flections with new vividness, and led to interest⯑ing consequences. Pollenta and hasty-pudding or samp, are preparations of the same substance; a substance which she needed not the experience of others to convince her was no less grateful than nutritive. Indian meal was procurable at ninety cents per bushel. By recollecting former experiments, she knew that this quantity, with no accompaniment but salt, would supply whole⯑some and plentiful food for four months to one person.^* The inference was palpable. Three persons were now to be supplied with food, and this supply could be furnished, during four months, at the trivial expence of three dollars. This expedient was at once so uncommon and so desirable, as to be regarded with temporary dis⯑belief. She was inclined to suspect some latent error in her calculation. That a sum thus appli⯑ed, should suffice for the subsistence of a year, which, in ordinary cases, is expended in a few days, was scarcely credible. The more closely, how⯑ever, the subject was examined, the more incon⯑testably did this inference flow. The mode of preparation was simple and easy, and productive of the fewest toils and inconveniences. The at⯑tention [65] of her Lucy was sufficient to this end, and the drudgery of marketing was wholly precluded.

She easily obtained the concurrence of her fa⯑ther and the scheme was found as practicable and beneficial as her fondest expectations had predicted. Infallible security was thus provided against hunger. This was the only care that was urgent and immediate. While they had food and were exempt from disease, they could live, and were not without their portion of comfort. Her hands were unemployed, but her mind was kept in continual activity. To seclude herself as much as possible from others, was the best means of avoiding infection. Spectacles of misery which she was unable to relieve, would merely tend to harrass her with useless disquietudes and make her frame more accessible to disease. Her fa⯑ther's instructions were sufficient to give her a competent acquaintance with the Italian and French languages. His dreary hours were be⯑guiled by this employment, and her mind was furnished with a species of knowledge, which she hoped, in future, to make subservient to a more respectable and plentiful subsistence than she had hitherto enjoyed.

Meanwhile the season advanced, and the havoc which this fatal malady produced, increased with portentous rapidity. In alleys and narrow streets, in which the houses were smaller, the inhabitants more numerous and indigent, and the air pent up within unwholesome limits, it raged with greatest violence. Few of Constantia's neighbours possessed the means of removing from the danger. The inhabitants of this alley con⯑sisted of three hundred persons. Of these eight or ten experienced no interruption of their health. Of the rest two hundred were destroyed [66] in the course of three weeks. Among so many victims, it may be supposed that this disease as⯑sumed every terrific and agonizing shape.

It was impossible for Constantia to shut out every token of a calamity thus enormous and thus near. Night was the season usually selected for the removal of the dead. The sound of wheels thus employed was incessant. This, and the im⯑ages with which it was sure to be accompanied, bereaved her of repose. The shrieks and la⯑ments of survivors, who could not be prevented from attending the remains of an husband or child to the place of interment, frequently struck her senses. Sometimes urged by a furious delirium, the sick would break from their attendants, rush into the streets, and expire on the pavement, amidst frantic outcries and gestures. By these she was often roused from imperfect sleep, and called to reflect upon the fate which impended over her father and herself.

To preserve health in an atmosphere thus in⯑fected, and to ward off terror and dismay in a scene of horrors thus hourly accumulating, was impossible. Constance found it vain to contend against the inroads of sadness. Amidst so dread⯑ful a mortality, it was irrational to cherish the hope that she or her father would escape. Her sensations, in no long time, seemed to justify her apprehensons. Her appetite forsook her, her strength failed, the thirst and lassitude of fever invaded her, and the grave seemed to open for her reception.

Lucy was assailed by the same symptoms at the same time. Household offices were unavoidably neglected. Mr. Dudley retained his health, but he was able only to prepare his scanty food, and supply the cravings of his child, with water from the well. His imagination marked him out for [67] the next victim. He could not be blind to the consequences of his own indisposition, at a peri⯑od so critical. Disabled from contributing to each others assistance, destitute of medicine and food, and even of water to quench their torment⯑ing thirst, unvisited, unknown, and perishing in frightful solitude!—These images had a tenden⯑cy to prostrate the mind, and generate or ripen the seeds of this fatal malady, which, no doubt, at this period of its progress, every one had im⯑bibed.

Contrary to all his fears, he awoke each morn⯑ing free from pain, though not without an in⯑crease of debility. Abstinence from food, and the liberal use of cold water seemed to have a medicinal operation on the sick. Their pulse gradually resumed its healthful tenor, their strength and their appetite slowly returned, and in ten days they were able to congratulate each other on their restoration.

I will not recount that series of disastrous thoughts which occupied the mind of Constance during this period. Her lingering and sleepless hours were regarded by her as preludes to death. Though at so immature an age, she had gained large experience of the evils which are allotted to man. Death, which, in her prosperous state, was pe⯑culiarly abhorrent to her feelings, was now dis⯑robed of terror. As an entrance into scenes of lightsome and imperishable being, it was the goal of all her wishes. As a passage to oblivion it was still desirable, since forgetfulness was bet⯑ter than the life which she had hitherto led, and which, should her existence be prolonged, it was likely that she could continue to lead.

These gloomy meditations were derived from the langours of her frame. When these disap⯑peared, her cheerfulness and fortitude revived. [68] She regarded with astonishment and delight, the continuance of her father's health and her own restoration. That trial seemed to have been safe⯑ly undergone, to which the life of every one was subject. The air which till now had been arid and sultry, was changed into cool and moist. The pestilence had reached its utmost height, and now symptoms of remission and decline be⯑gan to appear. Its declension was more rapid than its progress, and every day added vigour to hope.

When her strength was somewhat retrieved, Constantia called to mind a good woman who lived in her former neighbourhood, and from whom she had received many proofs of artless af⯑fection. This woman's name was Sarah Baxter. She lived within a small distance of Constantia's former dwelling. The trade of her husband was that of porter, and she pursued, in addition to the care of a numerous family, the business of a Laundress. The superior knowledge and address of Constance, had enabled her to be serviceable to this woman in certain painful and perplexing circumstances.

This service was repaid with the utmost grati⯑tude. Sarah regarded her benefactress with a species of devotion. She could not endure to be⯑hold one, whom every accent and gesture proved to have once enjoyed affluence and dignity, per⯑forming any servile office. In spite of her own multiplied engagements, she compelled Con⯑stance to acsept her assistance on many occasions, and could scarcely be prevailed upon to receive any compensation for her labour. Washing cloaths was her trade, and from this task she insisted on relieving her lovely patronness.

Constantia's change of dwelling produced much regret in the kind Sarah. She did not allow it to [69] make any change in their previous arrangements, but punctually visited the Dudleys once a week, and carried home with her whatever stood in need of ablution. When the prevalence of disease dis⯑abled Constance from paying her the usual wa⯑ges, she would, by no means, consent to be ab⯑solved from this task. Her earnestness on this head was not to be eluded, and Constance, in consenting that her work should, for the present, be performed gratuitously, solaced herself with the prospect of being able, by some future change of fortune, amply to reward her.

Sarah's abode was distant from danger, and her fears were turbulent. She was, never [...]s, punctual in her visits to the Dudleys, and anx⯑ious for their safety. In case of their sickness, she had declared her resolution to be their atten⯑dant and nurse. Suddenly, however, her visits ceased. The day on which her usual visit was paid, was the same with that on which Constan⯑tia sickened, but her coming was expected in vain. Her absence was, on some accounts, re⯑garded with pleasure, as it probably secured her from the danger connected with the office of a nurse, but it added to Constantia's cares, inas⯑much as her own sickness, or that of some of her family, was the only cause of her detention.

To remove her doubts, the first use which Con⯑stantia made of her recovered strength, was to visit her laundress: Sarah's house was a theatre of suffering. Her husband was the first of his family assailed by the reigning disease. Two daughters, nearly grown to womanhood, well-disposed and modest girls, the pride and support of their mother, and who lived at service, return⯑ed home, sick, at the same time, and died in a few days. Her husband had struggled for eleven [70] days with his disease, and was seized, just before Constantia's arrival, with the pangs of death.

Baxter was endowed with great robustness and activity. This disease did not vanquish him but with tedious and painful struggles. His muscu⯑lar force now exhausted itself in ghastly contor⯑tions, and the house resounded with his ravings. Sarah's courage had yielded to so rapid a succes⯑sion of evils. Constantia found her shut up in a chamber, distant from that of her dying husband, in a paroxysm of grief, and surrounded by her younger children.

Constantia's entrance was like that of an ange⯑lic comforter. Sarah was unqualified for any of⯑fice but that of complaint. With great difficulty she was made to communicate the knowledge of her situation. Her visitant then passed into Bax⯑ter's apartment. She forced herself to endure this tremendous scene long enough to discover that it was hastening to a close. She left the house, and hastening to the proper office, enga⯑ged the immediate attendance of an hearse. Be⯑fore the lapse of an hour, Baxter's lifeless remains were thrust into a coffin and conveyed away.

Constance now exerted herself to comfort and encourage the survivors. Her remonstrances in⯑cited Sarah to perform with alacrity the mea⯑sures which prudence dictates on these occasions. The house was purified by the admission of air and the sprinkling of vinegar. Constantia ap⯑plied her own hand to these tasks, and set her humble friend an example of forethought and ac⯑tivity. Sarah would not consent to part with her till a late hour in the evening.

These exertions had like to have been fatally injurious to Constance. Her health was not suf⯑ficiently confirmed to sustain offices so arduous. In the course of the night her fatigue terminated [71] in fever. In the present more salubrious state of the atmosphere, it assumed no malignant symp⯑toms, and shortly disappeared. During her indis⯑position, she was attended by Sarah, in whose honest bosom no sentiment was more lively than gratitude. Constantia having promised to renew her visit the next day, had been impatiently ex⯑pected, and Sarah had come to her dwelling in the evening, full of foreboding and anxiety, to ascertain the cause of her delay. Having gained the bed-side of her patronness, no consideration could induce her to retire from it.

Constantia's curiosity was naturally excited as to the causes of Baxter's disease. The simple-hearted Sarah was prolix and minute in the his⯑tory of her own affairs. No theme was more congenial to her temper than that which was now proposed. In spite of redundance and obscurity in the style of the narrative, Constantia found in it powerful excitements of her sympathy. The tale, on its own account, as well as from the con⯑nection of some of its incidents with a subsequent part of these memoirs, is worthy to be here in⯑serted. However foreign the destiny of Monrose may at present appear to the story of the Dud⯑leys, there will hereafter be discovered an inti⯑mate connection between them.

CHAPTER VII.

ADJACENT to the house occupied by Bax⯑ter was an antique brick tenement. It was one of the first erections made by the followers of [72] William Penn. It had the honor to be used as the temporary residence of that venerable per⯑son. Its moss-grown penthouse, crumbling walls, and ruinous porch, made it an interesting and pic⯑turesque object. Notwithstanding its age, it was still tenable.

This house was occupied, during the preceding months, by a Frenchman. His dress and de⯑meanour were respectable. His mode of life was frugal almost to penuriousness, and his only com⯑panion was a daughter. The lady seemed not much less than thirty years of age, but was of small and delicate frame. It was she that per⯑formed every household office. She brought wa⯑ter from the pump and provisions from the market. Their house had no visitants, and was almost al⯑ways closed. Duly, as the morning returned, a venerable figure was seen issuing from his door, dressed in the same style of tarnished splendour and old-fashioned preciseness. At the dinner hour he as regularly returned. For the rest of the day he was invisible.

The habitations in this quarter are few and scattered. The pestilence soon shewed itself here, and the flight of most of the inhabitants, augment⯑ed its desolateness and dreariness. For some time, Monrose, that was his name, made his usual appearance in the morning. At length the neigh⯑bours remarked that he no longer came forth as usual. Baxter had a notion that Frenchmen were exempt from this disease. He was, besides, deeply and rancorously prejudiced against that nation. There will be no difficulty in accounting for this, when it is known that he had been an English grenadier at Dettingen and Minden. It must likewise be added, that he was considera⯑bly timid, and had sickness in his own family. Hence it was that the disappearance of Monrose [73] excited in him no inquisitiveness as to the cause. He did not even mention this circumstance to others.

The lady was occasionally seen as usual in the street. There were always remarkable peculia⯑rities in her behaviour. In the midst of grave and disconsolate looks, she never laid aside an air of solemn dignity. She seemed to shrink from the observation of others, and her eyes were al⯑ways fixed upon the ground. One evening Bax⯑ter was passing the pump while she was drawing water. The sadness which her looks betokened, and a suspicion that her father might be sick, had a momentary effect upon his feelings. He stop⯑ped and asked how her father was. She paid a polite attention to his question, and said some⯑thing in French. This and the embarrassment of her air, convinced him that his words were not understood. He said no more (what indeed could he say?) but passed on.

Two or three days after this, on returning in the evening to his family, his wife expressed her surprise in not having seen Miss Monrose in the street that day. She had not been at the pump, nor had gone, as usual, to market. This infor⯑mation gave him some disquiet; yet he could form no resolution. As to entering the house and offering his aid, if aid were needed, he had too much regard for his own safety, and too little for that of a frog-eating Frenchman, to think seri⯑ously of that expedient. His attention was spee⯑dily diverted by other objects, and Monrose was, for the present, forgotten.

Baxter's profession was that of a porter. He was thrown out of employment by the present state of things. The solicitude of the guardians of the city was exerted on this occasion, not only in opposing the progress of disease, and furnish⯑ing [74] provisions to the destitute, but in the preser⯑vation of property. For this end the number of nightly watchmen was increased. Baxter enter⯑ed himself in this service. From nine till twelve o'clock at night it was his province to occupy a certain post.

On this night he attended his post as usual. Twelve o'clock arrived, and he bent his steps homeward. It was necessary to pass by Mon⯑rose's door. On approaching this house, the cir⯑cumstance mentioned by his wife recurred to him. Something like compassion was conjured up in his heart by the figure of the lady, as he recol⯑lected to have lately seen it. It was obvious to conclude that sickness was the cause of her seclu⯑sion. The same, it might be, had confined her father. If this were true, how deplorable might be their present condition! Without food, with⯑out physician or friends, ignorant of the language of the country, and thence unable to communi⯑cate their wants or solicit succour; fugitives from their native land, neglected, solitary, and poor.

His heart was softened by these images. He stopped involuntarily when opposite their door. He looked up at the house. The shutters were closed, so that light, if it were within, was invi⯑sible. He stepped into the porch, and put his eye to the key-hole. All was darksome and waste. He listened and imagined that he heard the aspi⯑rations of grief. The sound was scarcely articu⯑late, but had an electrical effect upon his feel⯑ings. He retired to his home full of mournful re⯑flections.

He was willing to do something for the relief of the sufferers, but nothing could be done that night. Yet succour, if delayed till the morning, might be ineffectual. But how, when the morn⯑ing came, should he proceed to effectuate his [75] kind intentions? The guardians of the public welfare, at this crisis, were distributed into those who counselled and those who executed. A set of men, self-appointed to the generous office, em⯑ployed themselves in seeking out the destitute or sick, and imparting relief. With this arrange⯑ment, Baxter was acquainted. He was resolved to carry tidings of what he had heard and seen to one of those persons early the next day.

Baxter, after taking some refreshment, retired to rest. In no long time, however, he was awa⯑kened by his wife, who desired him to notice a certain glimmering on the ceiling. It seemed the feeble and flitting ray of a distant and moving light, coming through the window. It did not proceed from the street, for the chamber was lighted from the side, and not from the front of the house. A lamp borne by a passenger, or the attendants of an hearse, could not be discovered in this situation. Besides, in the latter case, it would be accompanied by the sound of the vehi⯑cle, and probably, by weeping and exclamations of despair. His employment, as the guardian of property, naturally suggested to him the idea of robbery. He started from his bed, and went to the window.

His house stood at the distance of about fifty paces from that of Monrose. There was annex⯑ed to the latter, a small garden or yard, bounded by an high wooden fence. Baxter's window overlooked this space. Before he reached the window, the relative situation of the two habita⯑tions occurred to him. A conjecture was instant⯑ly formed that the glimmering proceeded from this quarter. His eye, therefore, was immedi⯑ately fixed upon Monrose's back door. It caught a glimpse of an human figure, passing into the house, through this door. The person had a can⯑dle [76] in his hand. This appeared by the ligh [...] which streamed after him, and which was per [...]ceived, though faintly, through a small window of the dwelling, after the back door was closed▪

The person disappeared too quickly to allow him to say whether it was male or female. This scrutiny confirmed, rather than weakened the apprehensions that first occurred. He reflected on the desolate and helpless condition of this fa⯑mily. The father might be sick; and what op⯑position could be made by the daughter to the stratagems or violence of midnight plunderers. This was an evil which it was his duty, in an ex⯑traordinary sense, to obviate. It is true, the hour of watching was passed, and this was not the district assigned to him; but Baxter was, on the whole, of a generous and intrepid spirit: In the present case, therefore, he did not hesitate long in forming his resolution. He seized an hanger that hung at his bed-side, and which had hewn many an Hungarian and French hussar to pieces. With this he descended to the street. He cautiously approached Monrose's house. He listened at the door, but heard nothing. The lower apartment, as he discovered through the key-hole, was deserted and dark. These ap⯑pearances could not be accounted for. He was, as yet, unwilling to call or to knock. He was solicitous to obtain some information by silent means, and without alarming the persons within, who, if they were robbers, might thus be put up⯑on their guard, and enabled to escape. If none but the family were there, they would not under⯑stand his signals, and might impute the distur⯑bance to the cause which he was desirous to ob⯑viate. What could he do? Must he patiently wait till some incident should happen to regulate his motions?

[77]In this uncertainty, he bethought himself of going round to the back part of the dwelling, and watching the door which had heen closed. An open space, filled with rubbish and weeds, ad⯑joined the house and garden on one side. Hither he repaired, and raising his head above the fence, at a point directly opposite the door, wait⯑ed with considerable impatience for some token or signal, by which he might be directed in his choice of measures.

Human life abounds with mysterious appear⯑ances. A man, perched on a fence, at midnight, mute and motionless, and gazing at a dark and dreary dwelling, was an object calculated to rouse curiosity. When the muscular form, and rugged visage, scarred and furrowed into some⯑thing like ferocity, were added; when the na⯑ture of the calamity, by which the city was dis⯑peopled, was considered, the motives to plunder, and the insecurity of property, arising from the pressure of new wants on the poor, and the flight or disease of the rich, were attended to, an ob⯑server would be apt to admit fearful conjec⯑tures.

I know not how long Baxter continued at this post. He remained here, because he could not, as he conceived, change it for a better. Before his patience was exhausted, his attention was called by a noise within the house. It proceeded from the lower room. The sound was that of steps, but this was accompanied with other inex⯑plicable tokens. The kitchen door at length opened. The figure of Miss Monrose, pale, emaciated, and haggard, presented itself. With⯑in the door stood a candle. It was placed on a chair within sight, and its rays streamed directly against the face of Baxter, as it was reared above [78] the top of the fence. This illumination, faint as it was, bestowed a certain air of wildness on fea⯑tures which nature, and the sanguinary habits of a soldier, had previously rendered, in an emi⯑nent degree, harsh and stern. He was not aware of the danger of discovery, in consequence of this position of the candle. His attention was, for a few seconds, engrossed by the object be⯑fore him. At length he chanced to notice ano⯑ther object.

At a few yards distance from the fence, and within it, some one appeared to have been dig⯑ging. An opening was made in the ground, but it was shallow and irregular. The implement which seemed to have been used, was nothing more than a fire shovel, for one of these he ob⯑served lying near the spot. The lady had with⯑drawn from the door, though without closing it. He had leisure, therefore, to attend to this new circumstance, and to reflect upon the purpose for which this opening might have been designed.

Death is familiar to the apprehensions of a sol⯑dier. Baxter had assisted at the hasty interment of thousands, the victims of the sword or of pes⯑tilence. Whether it was because this theatre of human calamity was new to him, and death, in order to be viewed with his ancient unconcern, must be accompanied in the ancient manner, with halberts and tents, certain it is, that Baxter was irresolute and timid in every thing that respected the yellow fever. The circumstances of the time suggested that this was a grave, to which some victim of this disease was to be consigned. His teeth chattered when he reflected how near he might now be to the source of infection: yet his curiosity retained him at his post.

He fixed his eyes once more upon the door. In a short time the lady again appeared at it. [79] She was in a stooping posture, and appeared to be dragging something along the floor. His blood ran cold at this spectacle. His fear in⯑stantly figured to itself a corpse, livid and conta⯑gious. Still he had no power to move. The la⯑dy's strength, enfeebled as it was by grief, and perhaps by the absence of nourishment, seemed scarcely adequate to the task which she had as⯑signed herself.

Her burthen, whatever it was, was closely wrapt in a sheet. She drew it forward a few pa⯑ces, then desistsd, and seated herself on the ground apparently to recruit her strength, and give vent to the agony of her thoughts in sighs. Her tears were either exhausted or refused to flow, for [...]one were shed by her. Presently she resumed her undertaking. Baxter's horror increased in proportion as she drew nearer to the spot where [...]he stood, and yet it seemed as if some fascination had forbidden him to recede.

At length the burthen was drawn to the side of the opening in the earth. Here it seemed as if the mournful task was finished. She threw her⯑ [...]elf once more upon the earth. Her senses seem⯑ed for a time to have forsaken her. She sat bu⯑ried in reverie, her eyes scarcely open and fixed upon the ground, and every feature set to the ge⯑nuine expression of sorrow. Some disorder, oc⯑casioned by the circumstance of dragging, now took place in the vestment of what he had rightly [...]redicted to be a dead body. The veil by acci⯑ [...]ent was drawn aside, and exhibited, to the start⯑ [...]ed eye of Baxter, the pale and ghastly visage of [...]he unhappy Monrose.

This incident determined him. Every joint in his frame trembled, and he hastily withdrew from the fence. His first motion in doing this produc⯑ed a noise by which the lady was alarmed: she [80] suddenly threw her eyes upward, and gained a full view of Baxter's extraordinary countenance, just before it disappeared. She manifested her terror by a piercing shriek. Baxter did not stay to mark her subsequent conduct, to confirm or to dissipate her fears, but retired, in confusion, to his own house.

Hitherto his caution had availed him. He had carefully avoided all employments and places from which he imagined imminent danger was to be dreaded. Now, through his own inadvertency, he had rushed, as he believed, into the jaws of the pest. His senses had not been assailed by any noisome effluvia. This was no unplausible ground for imagining that this death had some other cause than the yellow fever. This circum⯑stance did not occur to Baxter. He had been told that Frenchmen were not susceptible of this contagion. He had hitherto believed this asser⯑tion, but now regarded it as having been fully confuted. He forgot that Frenchmen were un⯑doubtedly mortal, and that there was no impossi⯑bility in Monrose's dying, even at this time, of a malady different from that which prevailed.

Before morning he began to feel very unplea⯑sant symptoms. He related his late adventure to his wife. She endeavoured, by what arguments her slender ingenuity suggested, to quiet his ap⯑prehensions, but in vain. He hourly grew worse, and as soon as it was light, dispatched his wife for a physician. On interrogating this messen⯑ger, the physician obtained information of last night's occurrences, and this being communicated to one of the dispensers of the public charity, they proceeded, early in the morning, to Mon⯑rose's house. It was closed as usual. They knocked and called, but no one answered. They examined every avenue to the dwelling, but none [81] of them were accessible. They passed into the garden, and observed, on the spot marked out by Baxter a heap of earth. A very slight exertion was sufficient to remove it and discover the body of the unfortunate exile beneath.

After unsuccessfully trying various expedients for entering the house, they deemed themselves authorised to break the door. They entered, as⯑cended the staircase, and searched every apart⯑ment in the house, but no human being was dis⯑coverable. The furniture was wretched and scanty, but there was no proof that Monrose had fallen a victim to the reigning disease. It was certain that the lady had disappeared. It was inconceivable whither she had gone.

Baxter suffered a long period of sickness.— The prevailing malady appeared upon him in its severest form. His strength of constitution, and the careful attendance of his wife, were insuffi⯑cient to rescue him from the grave. His case may be quoted as an example of the force of ima⯑gination. He had probably already received, through the medium of the air, or by contact of which he was not conscious, the seeds of this dis⯑ease. They might perhaps have lain dormant, had not this panic occurred to endow them with activity.

CHAPTER VIII.

SUCH were the facts circumstantially commu⯑nicated by Sarah. They afforded to Constance a theme of ardent meditation. The similitude be⯑tween her own destiny and that of this unhappy exile, could not fail to be observed. Immersed in poverty, friendless, burthened with the main⯑tenance and nurture of her father, their circum⯑stances were nearly parallel. The catastrophe of her tale, was the subject of endless but unsatis⯑factory conjecture.

She had disappeared between the flight of Baxter and the dawn of day. What path had she taken? Was she now alive? Was she still an in⯑habitant of this city? Perhaps there was a coinci⯑dence of taste as well as fortunes between them. The only friend that Constantia ever enjoyed, congenial with her in principles, sex and age, was at a distance that forbad communication. She imagined that Ursula Monrose would prove worthy of her love, and felt unspeakable regret at the improbability of their ever meeting.

Meanwhile the dominion of cold began to be felt, and the contagious fever entirely disappear⯑ed. The return of health was hailed with rap⯑ture, by all ranks of people. The streets were once more busy and frequented. The sensation of present security seemed to shut out from all hearts the memory of recent disasters. Public entertainments were thronged with auditors. A new theatre had lately been constructed, and a company of English Comedians had arrived dur⯑ing the prevalence of the malady. They now [83] began their exhibitions, and their audiences were overflowing.

Such is the motly and ambiguous condition of human society, such is the complexity of all ef⯑fects from what cause soever they spring, that none can tell whether this destructive pestilence was, on the whole, productive of most pain of most pleasure. Those who had been sick and had recovered, found, in this circumstance, a source of exultation. Others made haste, by new marriages, to supply the place of wives, hus⯑bands and children, whom the scarcely extin⯑guished pestilence had swept away.

Constance, however, was permitted to take no share in the general festivity. Such was the colour of her fate, that the yellow fever, by af⯑fording her a respite from toil, supplying leisure for the acquisition of a useful branch of know⯑ledge, and leading her to the discovery of a cheaper, more simple, and more wholesome me⯑thod of subsistence, had been friendly, instead of adverse, to her happiness. Its disappearance, instead of relieving her from suffering, was the signal for the approach of new cares.

Of her ancient customers, some were dead, and others were slow in resuming their ancient habi⯑tations, and their ordinary habits. Meanwhile two wants were now created and were urgent. The season demanded a supply of fuel, and her rent had accumulated beyond her power to dis⯑charge. M'Crea no sooner returned from the country, than he applied to her for payment. Some proprietors, guided by humanity, had re⯑mitted their dues, but M'Crea was not one of these. According to his own representation, no man was poorer than himself, and the punctual payment of all that was owing to him, was no [84] more than sufficient to afford him a scanty sub⯑sistence.

He was aware of the indigence of the Dudleys, and was therefore extremely importunate for pay⯑ment, and could scarcely be prevailed upon to allow them the interval of a day, for the disco⯑very of expedients. This day was passed by Constantia in fruitless anxieties. The ensuing evening had been fixed for a repetition of his visit. The hour arrived, but her invention was exhausted in vain. M'Crea was punctual to the minute. Constance was allowed no option. She merely declared that the money demanded she had not to give, nor could she foresee any period at which her inability would be less than it then was

These declarations were heard by her visitant, with marks of unspeakable vexation. He did not fail to expatiate on the equity of his demands, the moderation and forbearance he had hitherto shewn, notwithstanding the extreme urgency of his own wants, and the inflexible rigour with which he had been treated by his creditors. This rhetorick was merely the prelude to an intimation that he must avail himself of any lawful means, by which he might gain possession of his own.

This insinuation was fully comprehended by Constance, but it was heard without any new emotions. Her knowledge of her landlord's cha⯑racter taught her to expect but one consequence. He paused to observe what effect would be pro⯑duced by this indirect menace. She answered, without any change of tone, that the loss of ha⯑bitation and furniture, however inconvenient at this season, must be patiently endured. If it were to be prevented only by the payment of money, its prevention was impossible.

[85]M'Crea renewed his regrets that there should be no other alternative. The law sanctioned his claims and justice to his family, which was al⯑ready large, and likely to increase, required that they should not be relinquished, yet such was the mildness of his temper and his aversion to pro⯑ceed to this extremity, that he was willing to dispense with immediate payment on two condi⯑tions. First, that they should leave his house within a week, and secondly, that they should put into his hands some trinket or moveable, equal in value to the sum demanded, which should be kept by him as a pledge.

This last hint suggested an expedient for obvi⯑ating the present distress. The lute with which Mr. Dudley was accustomed to solace his soli⯑tude, was, if possible, more essential to his hap⯑piness than shelter or food. To his daughter it possessed little direct power to please. It was inestimable merely for her father's sake. Its in⯑trinsic value was at least equal to the sum due, but to part with it was to bereave him of a good, which nothing else could supply. Besides, not being a popular and saleable instrument, it would probably be contemptuously rejected by the ig⯑norance and avarice of M'Crea.

There was another article in her possession, of some value in traffic, and of a kind which M'Crea was far more likely to accept. It was the mini⯑ature portrait of her friend, executed by a Ger⯑man artist, and set in gold. This image was a precious though imperfect substitute for sympa⯑thy and intercourse with the original. Habit had made this picture a source, of a species of idola⯑try. Its power over her sensations was similar to that possessed by a beautiful Madonna over the heart of a juvenile enthusiast. It was the mother [86] of the only devotion which her education had taught her to consider as beneficial or true.

She perceived the necessity of parting with it on this occasion, with the utmost clearness, but this necessity was thought upon with indescriba⯑ble repugnance. It seemed as if she had not thoroughly conceived the extent of her calamity till now. It seemed as if she could have endured the loss of eyes with less reluctance than the loss of this inestimable relique. Bitter were the tears which she shed over it as she took it from her bo⯑som, and consigned it to those rapacious hands, that were stretched out to receive it. She deriv⯑ed some little consolation from the promises of this man, that he would keep it safely till she was able to redeem it.

The other condition, that of immediate remo⯑val from the house, seemed at first sight imprac⯑ticable. Some reflection, however, shewed her, that the change might not only be possible but useful. Among other expedients for diminishing expence, that of limiting her furniture and dwel⯑ling to the cheapest standard, had often occurred. She now remembered, that the house occupied by Monrose, was tenantless; that its antiquity, its remote and unpleasant situation, and its small dimensions, might induce M'Crea, to whom it belonged, to let it at a much lower price than that which he now exacted. M'Crea would have been better pleased if her choice had fallen on a different house, but he had powerful though sordid reasons for desiring the possession of this tenement. He assented therefore to her propo⯑sal, provided her removal took place without delay.

In the present state of her funds this removal was impossible. Mere shelter, would not suffice during this inclement season. Without fuel, [87] neither cold could be excluded, nor hunger re⯑lieved. There was nothing, convertible into money, but her lute. No sacrifice was more painful, but an irresistible necessity demand⯑ed it.

Her interview with M'Crea took place while her father was absent from the room. On his re⯑turn she related what had happened, and urged the necessity of parting with his favorite instru⯑ment. He listened to her tale with a sigh. Yes, said he, do what thou wilt, my child. It is un⯑likely that any one will purchase it. It is certain that no one will give for it what I gave: but thou may'st try.

It has been, to me a faithful friend. I know not how I should have lived without it. Its notes have cheered me with the sweet remembrances of old times. It was, in some degree, a substi⯑tute for the eyes which I have lost, but now let it go, and perform for me perhaps the dearest of its services. It may help us to sustain the seve⯑rities of this season.

There was no room for delay. She immediate⯑ly set out in search of a purchaser. Such an one was most likely to be found in the keeper of a musical repository, who had lately arrived from Europe. She entertained but slight hopes that an instrument, scarcely known among her neigh⯑bours, would be bought at any price, however inconsiderable.

She found the keeper of the shop engaged in conversation with a lady, whose person and face instantly arrested the attention of Constance. A less sagacious observer would have eyed the stranger with indifference. But Constance was ever busy in interpreting the language of features and looks. Her sphere of observation had been narrow, but her habits of examining, comparing [88] and deducing, had thoroughly exhausted that sphere. These habits were eminently strong, with relation to this class of objects. She delight⯑ed to investigate the human countenance, and treasured up numberless conclusions as to the co⯑incidence between mental and external qualities.

She had often been forcibly struck by forms that were accidentally seen, and which abound⯑ed with this species of mute expression. They conveyed at a single glance, what could not be imparted by volumes. The features and shape sunk, as it were, into perfect harmony with sen⯑timents and passions. Every atom of the frame was pregnant with significance. In some, no⯑thing was remarkable but this power of the out⯑ward figure to exhibit the internal sentiments. In others, the intelligence thus unveiled, was re⯑markable for its heterogenious or energetic quali⯑ties; for its tendency to fill her heart with vene⯑ration or abhorrence, or to involve her in endless perplexities.

The accuracy and vividness with which pic⯑tures of this kind presented themselves to her imagination, resembled the operations of a sixth sense. It cannot be doubted, however, that much was owing to the enthusiastic tenor of her own conceptions, and that her conviction of the truth of the picture, principally flowed from the dis⯑tinctness and strength of its hues.

The figure which she now examined, was small but of exquisite proportions. Her complexion testified the influence of a torrid sun, but the darkness veiled, without obscuring, the glowing tints of her cheek. The shade was remarkably deep, but a deeper still was required to become incompatible with beauty. Her features were ir⯑regular, but defects of symmetry were amply supplied by eyes that anticipated speech and po⯑sitions [89] which conveyed that to which language was inadequate.

It was not the chief tendency of her appear⯑ance to seduce or to melt. Her's were the po⯑lished cheek and the mutability of muscle, which belong to woman, but the genius conspicuous in her aspect, was heroic and contemplative. The female was absorbed, so to speak, in the rational creature, and the emotions most apt to be excit⯑ed in the gazer, partook less of love than of re⯑verence.

Such is the portrait of this stranger, delineated by Constance. I copy it with greater willing⯑ness, because if we substitute a nobler stature, and a complexion less uniform and delicate, it is suited, with the utmost accuracy, to herself. She was probably unconscious of this resemblance, but this circumstance may be supposed to influ⯑ence her in discovering such attractive properties in a form thus vaguely seen. These impressions, permanent and cogent as they were, were gained at a single glance. The purpose which led her thither was too momentous to be long excluded.

Why, said the master of the shop, this is lucky. Here is a lady who has just been enquiring for an instrument of this kind. Perhaps the one you have will suit her. If you will bring it to me, I will examine it, and if it is compleat, will make a bargain with you.—He then turned to the lady who had first entered, and a short dialogue in French ensued between them. The man repeat⯑ed his assurances to Constance, who, promising to hasten back with the instrument, took her leave. The lute, in its structure and ornaments, has rarely been surpassed. When scrutinized by his artist, it proved to be compleat, and the price demanded for it was readily given.

[90]By this means the Dudleys were enabled to change their habitation, and to supply themselves with fuel. To obviate future exigences, Con⯑stantia betook herself, once more, to the needle. They persisted in the use of their simple fare, and endeavoured to contract their wants and me⯑thodize their occupations, by a standard as rigid as possible. She had not relinquished her design of adopting a new and more liberal profession, but though, when indistinctly and generally con⯑sidered, it seemed easily effected, yet the first steps which it would be proper to take, did not clearly or readily suggest themselves. For the present she was contented to pursue the beaten tract, but was prepared to benefit by any occa⯑sion that time might furnish, suitable to the exe⯑cution of her plan.

CHAPTER IX.

IT may be asked, if a woman of this character did not attract the notice of the world. Her station, no less than her modes of thinking, ex⯑cluded her from the concourse of the opulent and the gay. She kept herself in privacy, her en⯑gagements confined her to her own fire-side, and her neighbours enjoyed no means of penetrating through that obscurity in which she wrapt her⯑self. There were, no doubt, persons of her own sex, capable of estimating her worth, and who could have hastened to raise so much merit from the indigence to which it was condemned. Sh [...] might, at least, have found associates and friends [91] justly entitled to her affection. But whether she were peculiarly unfortunate in this respect, or whether it arose from a jealous and unbending spirit that would remit none of its claims to re⯑spect, and was backward in its overtures to kind⯑ness and intimacy, it so happened that her hours were, for a long period, enlivened by no compa⯑nion but her father and her faithful Lucy. The humbleness of her dwelling, her plain garb, and the meanness of her occupation, were no pass⯑ports to the favor of the rich and vain. These, added to her youth and beauty, frequently ex⯑posed her to insults, from which, though pro⯑ductive for a time of mortification and distress, she, for the most part, extricated herself by her spirited carriage, and presence of mind.

One incident of this kind it will be necessary to mention. One evening her engagements car⯑ried her abroad. She had proposed to return im⯑mediately, finding by experience the danger that was to be dreaded by a woman young and un⯑protected. Somewhat occurred that unavoidably lengthened her stay, and she set out on her re⯑turn at a late hour. One of the other sex offered her his guardianship, but this she declined, and proceeded homeward alone.

Her way lay through streets but little inhabit⯑ed, and whose few inhabitants were of the pro⯑fligate class. She was conscious of the inconve⯑niences to which she was exposed, and therefore tripped along with all possible haste. She had not gone far before she perceived, through the dusk, two men standing near a porch before her. She had gone too far to recede or change her course without exciting observation, and she flat⯑tered herself that the persons would behave with decency. Encouraged by these reflections, and somewhat hastening her pace, she went on. As [92] soon as she came opposite the place where they stood, one of them threw himself round, and caught her arm, exclaiming, in a broad tone, "Whither so fast, my love, at this time of night?" —The other, at the same time, threw his arms round her waist, crying out, "A pretty prize, by G—: just in the nick of time."

They were huge and brawny fellows, in whose grasp her feeble strength was annihilated. Their motions were so sudden, that she had not time to escape by flight. Her struggles merely furnished them with a subject of laughter. He that held her waist, proceeded to pollute her cheeks with his kisses, and drew her into the porch. He tore her from the grasp of him who first seized her, who seemed to think his property invaded, and said, in a surly tone: "What now, Jemmy? Damn your heart, d'ye think I'll be fobbed. Have done with your slabbering, Jemmy. First come, first served;" and seemed disposed to assert his claims by force.

To this brutality, Constantia had nothing to oppose but fruitless struggles and shrieks for help. Succour was, fortunately, at hand. Her excla⯑mations were heard by a person across the street, who instantly ran, and with some difficulty dis⯑engaged her from the grasp of the ruffians. He accompanied her the rest of the way, bestowed on her every polite attention, and, though pres⯑sed to enter the house, declined the invitation. She had no opportunity of examining the appear⯑ance of her new friend. This, the darkness of the night and her own panick, prevented.

Next day a person called upon her whom she instantly recognized to be her late protector. He came with some message from his sister. His man⯑ners were simple and unostentatious, and breath⯑ed the genuine spirit of civility. Having per⯑formed [93] his commission, and once more received the thanks which she poured forth with peculiar warmth, for his last night's interposition, he took his leave.

The name of this man was Balfour. He was middle-aged, of a figure neither elegant nor un⯑gainly, and an aspect that was mild and placid, but betrayed few marks of intelligence. He was an Adventurer from Scotland, whom a strict ad⯑herence to the maxims of trade had rendered opu⯑lent. He was governed by the principles of mer⯑cantile integrity in all his dealings, and was af⯑fable and kind, without being generous, in his treatment of inferiors. He was a stranger to vi⯑olent emotions of any kind, and his intellectual acquisitions were limited to his own profession.

His demeanour was tranquil and uniform. He was sparing of words, and these were uttered in the softest manner. In all his transactions, he was sedate and considerate. In his dress and mode of living, there were no appearances of parsimony, but there were, likewise, as few tra⯑ces of profusion.

His sister had shared in his prosperity. As soon as his affairs would permit, he sent for her to Scotland, where she had lived in a state little removed from penury, and had for some years, been vested with the superintendance of his hous⯑hold. There was a considerable resemblance be⯑tween them in person and character. Her pro⯑fession, or those arts in which her situation had compelled her to acquire skill, had not an equal tendency to enlarge the mind, as those of her brother, but the views of each were limited to one set of objects. His superiority was owing, not to any inherent difference, but to accident.

[94]Balfour's life had been a model of chastness and regularity: though this was owing more to con⯑stitutional coldness, and a frugal spirit, than to virtuous forbearance; but, in his schemes for the future, he did not exclude the circumstance of marriage. Having attained a situation secure, as the nature of human affairs will admit, from the chances of poverty, the way was sufficiently prepared for matrimony. His thoughts had been for some time employed in the selection of a suit⯑able companion, when this rencounter happened with Miss Dudley.

Balfour was not destitute of those feelings which are called into play by the sight of youth and beauty in distress. This incident was not speedily forgotten. The emotions produced by it were new to him. He reviewed then oftener, and with more complacency, than any which he had before experienced. They afforded him so much satisfaction, that, in order to preserve them undiminished, he resolved to repeat his visit. Constantia treated him as one from whom she had received a considerable benefit. Her sweetness and gentleness were uniform, and Balfour found that her humble roof promised him more happi⯑ness than his own fire-side, or the society of his professional brethren.

He could not overlook, in the course of such reflections as these, the question relative to mar⯑riage, and speedily determined to solicit the ho⯑nor of her hand. He had not decided without his usual foresight and deliberation; nor had he been wanting in the accuracy of his observations and enquiries. Those qualifications, indeed, which were of chief value in his eyes, lay upon the sur⯑face. He was no judge of her intellectual cha⯑racter, or of the loftiness of her morality. Not even the graces of person, or features, or man⯑ners, [95] attracted much of his attention. He re⯑marked her admirable economy of time, and mo⯑ney, and labour, the simplicity of her dress, her evenness of temper, and her love of seclusion. These were essential requisites of a wife in his apprehension. The insignificance of his own birth, the lowness of his original fortune, and the effica⯑cy of industry and temperance to confer and maintain wealth, had taught him indifference as to birth or fortune in his spouse. His moderate desires in this respect were gratified, and he was anxious only for a partner that would aid hint in preserving, rather than in enlarging his proper⯑ty. He esteemed himself eminently fortunate in meeting with one in whom every matrimonial qua⯑lification concentred.

He was not deficient in modesty, but he fanci⯑ed that, on this occasion, there was no possibili⯑ty of miscarriage. He held her capacity in deep veneration, but this circumstance rendered him more secure of success. He conceived this union to be even more eligible with regard to her than to himself; and confided in the rectitude of her understanding, for a decision favorable to his wishes.

Before any express declaration was made, Con⯑stantia easily predicted the event from the fre⯑quency of his visits, and the attentiveness of his manners. It was no difficult task to ascertain this man's character. Her modes of thinking were, in few respects, similar to those of her lover. She was eager to investigate, in the first place, the attributes of his mind. His professional and household maxims were not of inconsiderable im⯑portance, but they were subordinate considera⯑tions. In the poverty of his discourse and ideas, she quickly found reasons for determining her conduct.

[96]Marriage she had but little considered, as it is in itself. What are the genuine principles of that relation, and what conduct with respect to it, is prescribed to rational beings, by their duty, she had not hitherto investigated: But she was not backward to enquire what are the precepts of duty, in her own particular case. She knew herself to be young; she was sensible of the daily enlargement of her knowledge; every day con⯑tributed to rectify some error or confirm some truth. These benefits she owed to her situation, which, whatever were its evils, gave her as much freedom from restraint as is consistent with the state of human affairs. Her poverty fettered her exertions, and circumscribed her pleasures. Poverty, therefore, was an evil, and the reverse of poverty to be desired. But riches were not barren of constraint, and its advantages might be purchased at too dear a rate.

Allowing that the wife is enriched by mar⯑riage, how humiliating were the conditions an⯑nexed to it in the present case? The company of one with whom we have no sympathy, nor senti⯑ments in common, is, of all species of solitude, the most loathsome and dreary. The nuptual life is attended with peculiar aggravations, since the tie is infrangible, and the choice of a more suita⯑ble companion, if such an one should offer, is for ever precluded. The hardships of wealth are not incompensated by some benefits, but these benefits, false and hollow as they are, cannot be obtained by marriage. Her acceptance of Bal⯑four would merely aggravate her indigence.

Now she was at least mistress of the product of her own labour. Her tasks were toilsome, but the profits, though slender, were sure, and she administered her little property in what manner she pleased. Marriage would an [...]hilate this [97] power. Henceforth she would be bereft even of personal freedom. So far from possessing pro⯑perty, she herself would become the property of another.

She was not unaware of the consequences flow⯑ing from differences of capacity; and, that pow⯑er, to whomsoever legally granted, will be exer⯑cised by the most addressful; but she derived no encouragement from these considerations. She would not stoop to gain her end by the hateful arts of the sycophant; and was too wise to place an unbounded reliance on the influence of truth. The character, likewise, of this man sufficiently exempted him from either of those influences.

She did not forget the nature of the altar-vows. To abdicate the use of her own understanding, was scarcely justifiable in any case, but to vow an affection that was not felt, and could not be compelled, and to promise obedience to one, whose judgment was glaringly defective, were acts atrociously criminal. Education, besides, had created in her an insurmountable abhorrence of admitting to conjugal privileges, the man who had no claim upon her love. It could not be de⯑nied that a state of abundant accommodation was better than the contrary, but this consideration, though in the most rational estimate, of some weight, she was not so depraved and effeminate as to allow to overweigh the opposite evils. Homely liberty was better than splendid ser⯑vitude.

Her resolution was easily formed, but there were certain impediments in the way of its exe⯑cution. These chiefly arose from deference to the opinion, and compassion for the infirmities of her father. He assumed no controul over her ac⯑tions. His reflections in the present case, were rather understood than expressed. When utter⯑ed [98] it was with the mildness of equality, and the modesty or persuasion. It was this circumstance that conferred upon them all their force. His decision, on so delicate a topic, was not wanting in sagacity and moderation; but, as a man, he had his portion of defects, and his frame was en⯑feebled by disease and care; yet he set no higher value on the ease and independance of his former condition, than any man of like experience. He could not endure to exist on the fruits of his daughter's labour. He ascribed her decision to a spirit of excessive refinement, and was, of course, disposed to give little quarter to maiden scruples. They were phantoms, he believed, which expe⯑rience would dispel. His morality, besides, was of a much more flexible kind; and the marriage vows were, in his opinion, formal and unmean⯑ing, and neither in themselves, nor in the appre⯑hension of the world, accompanied with any ri⯑gorous obligation. He drew more favorable omens from the known capacity of his daughter, and the flexibility of her lover.

She demanded his opinion and advice. She listened to his reasonings, and revolved them with candour and impartiality. She stated her objec⯑tions with simplicity, but the difference of age and sex was sufficient to preclude agreement. Arguments were of no use but to prolong the de⯑bate; but, happily, the magnanimity of Mr. Dudley would admit of no sacrifice. Her opi⯑nions, it is true, were erroneous; but he was wil⯑ling that she should regulate her conduct by her own conceptions of right, and not by those of another. To refuse Balfour's offers was an evil, but an evil inexpressibly exceeded by that of ac⯑cepting them contrary to her own sense of pro⯑priety.

[99]Difficulties, likewise, arose from the conside⯑ration of what was due to the man who had al⯑ready benefited her, and who, in this act, in⯑tended to confer upon her further benefit. These, though the source of some embarrassments, were not sufficient to shake her resolution. Balfour could not understand her principal objections. They were of a size altogether disproportioned to his capacity. Her moral speculations were quite beyond the sphere of his reflections. She could not expatiate, without a breach of civility, on the disparity of their minds, and yet this was the only or principal ground on which she had erected her scruples.

Her father loved her too well not to be desir⯑ous of relieving her from a painful task, though undertaken without necessity, and contrary to his opinion. Refer him to me, said he; I will make the best of the matter, and render your re⯑fusal as palatable as possible, but do you autho⯑rize me to make it absolute, and without ap⯑peal?—

My dear father! how good you are! but that shall be my province. If I err, let the conse⯑quences of my mistake be confined to myself. It would be cruel indeed, to make you the instru⯑ment in a transaction which your judgment dis⯑approves. My reluctance was a weak and fool⯑ish thing. Strange, indeed, if the purity of my motives will not bear me out on this, as it has done on many more arduous occasions.—

Well, be it so; that is best I believe. Ten to one but I, with my want of eyes, would blunder, while yours will be of no small use, in a contest with a lover. They will serve you to watch the transitions in his placid physiognomy, and over⯑power his discontents.

[100]She was aware of the inconveniences to which this resolution would subject her, but since they were unavoidable, she armed herself with the re⯑quisite patience. Her apprehensions were not without reason. More than one conference was necessary to convince him of her meaning, and in order to effect her purpose, she was obliged to behave with so much explicitness, as to hazard giving him offence. This affair was productive of no small vexation. He had put too much faith in the validity of his pretensions, and the benefits of perseverance, to be easily shaken off.

This decision was not borne by him with as much patience as she wished. He deemed him⯑self unjustly treated, and his resentment exceed⯑ed those bounds of moderation which he pre⯑scribed to himself on all other occasions. From his anger, however, there was not much to be dreaded, but, unfortunately, his sister partook of his indignation and indulged her petulance, which was enforced by every gossiping and tat⯑ling propensity, to the irreparable disadvantage of Constantia.

She owed her support to her needle. She was dependant therefore on the caprice of customers. This caprice was swayable by every breath, and paid a merely subordinate regard, in the choice of workwomen, to the circumstances of skill, cheapness and diligence. In consequence of this, her usual sources of subsistence began to fail.

Indigence, as well as wealth, is comparative. He, indeed, must be wretched, whose food, cloathing and shelter are limited, both in kind and quantity, by the standard of mere necessity; who, in the choice of food, for example, is gov⯑erned by no consideration but its cheapness, and [101] its capacity to sustain nature. Yet to this degree of wretchedness was Miss Dudley reduced.

As her means of subsistence began to decay, she reflected on the change of employment that might become necessary. She was mistress of no lucrative art, but that which now threatened to be useless. There was but one avenue through which she could hope to escape from the pressure of absolute want. This, she regarded with an aversion, that nothing but extreme necessity, and the failure of every other expedient, would be able to subdue. This was the hiring herself as a servant. Even that could not answer all her pur⯑poses. If a subsistence were provided by it for herself, whither should her father, and her Lucy betake themselves for support.

Hitherto her labour had been sufficient to shut out famine and the cold. It is true she had been cut off from all the direct means of perso⯑nal or mental gratification: But her constitution had exempted her from the insalutary effects of [...]edentary application. She could not tell how [...]ong she could enjoy this exemption, but it was [...]bsurd to anticipate those evils which might ne⯑ [...]er arrive. Meanwhile, her situation was not [...]estitute of comfort. The indirect means of in⯑ [...]ellectual improvement, in conversation and re⯑ [...]ection, the inexpensive amusement of singing, [...]nd, above all, the consciousness of performing [...]er duty, and maintaining her independance invi⯑ [...]ate, were still in her possession. Her lodging was humble, and her fare frugal, but these, tem⯑ [...]erance and a due regard to the use of money, [...]ould require from the most opulent.

Now, retrenchments must be made even from his penurious provision. Her exertions might [...]mewhat defer, but could not prevent the ruin [102] of her unhappy family. Their landlord was a se⯑vere exacter of his dues. The day of quarterly payment was past, and he had not failed in his usual punctuality. She was unable to satisfy his demands, and Mr. Dudley was officially inform⯑ed, that unless payment was made before a day fixed, resort would be had to the law, in that case made and provided.

This seemed to be the completion of their mis⯑fortunes. It was not enough to soften the im⯑placability of their landlord. A respite might possibly be obtained from this harsh sentence▪ Intreaties might prevail upon him to allow o [...] their remaining under this roof for some time longer; but shelter at this inclement season was not enough. Without fire they must perish with the cold; and fuel could be procured only for money, of which the last shilling was expended▪ Food was no less indispensible, and, their credit being gone, not a loaf could be extorted from the avarice of the bakers in the neighbourhood.

The sensations produced by this accumulation of distress may be more easily conceived than de [...]scribed. Mr. Dudley sunk into despair, when Lucy informed him that the billet of wood she was putting on the fire was the last. Well, said he, the game is up. Where is my daughter?— The answer was, that she was up stairs.

Why, there she has been this hour. Tell he [...] to come down and warm herself. She mus [...] needs be cold and here is a cheerful blaze. I feel it myself. Like the lightning that precede [...] death, it beams thus brightly, though, in a few moments, it will be extinguished forever. Let my darling come, and partake of its comforts be⯑fore they expire.

Constantia had retired in order to review he [...] situation, and devise some expedients that migh [...] [103] alleviate it. It was a sore extremity to which she was reduced. Things had come to a despe⯑rate pass, and the remedy required must be no less desperate. It was impossible to see her fa⯑ther perish. She herself would have died before she would have condescended to beg. It was not worth prolonging a life which must subsist upon alms. She would have wandered into the fields at dusk, have seated herself upon an unfre⯑quented bank, and serenely waited the approach of that death, which the rigours of the season would have rendered sure. But, as it was, it became her to act in a very different manner.

During her father's prosperity, some mercan⯑tile intercourse had taken place between him and a merchant of this city. The latter, on some oc⯑casion, had spent a few nights at her father's house. She was greatly charmed with the hu⯑manity that shone forth in his conversation and behaviour. From that time to this, all intercourse had ceased. She was acquainted with the place of his abode, and knew him to be affluent. To him she determined to apply as a suppliant in behalf of her father. She did not inform Mr. Dudley of this intention, conceiving it best to wait till the event had been ascertained, for fear of exciting fallacious expectations. She was fur⯑ther deterred by the apprehension of awakening his pride, and bringing on herself an absolute prohibition.

She arrived at the door of Mr. Melbourne's house, and enquiring for the master of it, was in⯑formed that he had gone out of town, and was not expected to return within a week.

Her scheme, which was by no means unplau⯑ [...]ible, was thus compleatly frustrated. There was but one other resource, on which she had al⯑ [...]eady deliberated, and to which she had deter⯑mined [104] to apply, if that should fail. That was to claim assistance from the superintendants of the poor. She was employed in considering to which of them, and in what manner she should make her application, when she turned the corner of Lombard and Second Streets. That had scarcely been done, when, casting her eyes mournfully round her, she caught a glimpse of a person whom she instantly recognized, passing into the market-place. She followed him with quick steps, and, on a second examination, found that she had not been mistaken. This was no other than Thomas Craig, to whose malignity and cun⯑ning, all her misfortanes were imputable.

She was at first uncertain what use to make of this discovery. She followed him almost instinc⯑tively, and saw him at length enter the Indian Queen Tavern. Here she stopped. She enter⯑tained a confused conception, that some benefi⯑cial consequences might be extracted from this event. In the present hurry of her thoughts she could form no satisfactory conclusion: But it in⯑stantly occurred to her that it would, at least be proper to ascertain the place of his abode. She stept into the inn, and made the suitable enqui⯑ries. She was informed that the gentleman had come from Baltimore, a month before, and had since resided at that house. How soon he meant to leave the city, her informant was unable to tell.

Having gained this intelligence, she returned home, and once more shut herself in her cham⯑ber to meditate on this new posture of affairs.

CHAPTER X.

CRAIG was indebted to her father. He had defrauded him by the most attrocious and illicit arts. On either account he was liable to prose⯑cution, but her heart rejected the thought of be⯑ing the author of injury to any man. The dread of punishment, however, might induce him to re⯑fund, uncoercively, the whole or some part of the stolen property. Money was at this moment necessary to existence, and she conceived herself justly entitled to that, of which her father had been perfidiously despoiled.

But the law was formal and circuitous. Money itself was necessary to purchase its assistance. Besides, it could not act with unseen virtue and instantaneous celerity. The co-operation of ad⯑vocates and officers was required. They must be visited, and harangued, and importuned. Was she adequate to the task? Would the energy of her mind supply the place of experience, and, with a sort of miraculous efficacy, afford her the knowledge of official processes and dues? As lit⯑tle, on this occasion, could be expected from her father, as from her. He was infirm and blind. The spirit that animated his former days was flown. His heart's blood was chilled by the ri⯑gours of his fortune. He had discarded his in⯑dignation and his enmities, and, together with them, hope itself had perished in his bosom. He waited in tranquil despair, for that stroke which would deliver him from life, and all the woes that it inherits.

[106]But these considerations were superfluous. It was enough that justice must be bought, and that she had not the equivalent. Legal proceed⯑ings are encumbered with delay, and her necessi⯑ties were urgent. Succour, if withheld till the morrow, would be useless. Hunger and cold would not be trifled with. What resource was there left in this her uttermost distress? Must she yield, in imitation of her father, to the cowardly suggestions of despair?

Craig might be rich. His coffers might be stuffed with thousands. All that he had, accord⯑ing to the principles of social equity, was her's; yet he, to whom nothing belonged, rioted in su⯑perfluity, while she, the rightful claimant, was driven to the point of utmost need. The proper instrument of her restoration was law, but its arm was powerless, for she had not the means of brib⯑ing it into activity. But was law the only instru⯑ment?

Craig, perhaps, was accessible. Might she not, with propriety, demand an interview, and lay before him the consequences of his baseness? He was not divested of the last remains of huma⯑nity. It was impossible that he should not relent at the picture of those distresses of which he was the author. Menaces of legal prosecution she meant not to use, because she was unalterably resolved against that remedy. She confided in the efficacy of her pleadings to awaken his jus⯑tice. This interview she was determined imme⯑diately to seek. She was aware that by some ac⯑cident her purpose might be frustrated. Access to his person, might, for the present, be impos⯑sible, or might be denied. It was proper there⯑fore to write him a letter, which might be substi⯑tuted in place of an interview. It behoved her to be expeditious, for the light was failing, and [107] her strength was nearly exhausted by the hurry of her spirits. Her fingers, likewise, were be⯑numbed with the cold. She performed her task, under these disadvantages, with much difficulty. This was the purport of her letter:

Having finished and folded this epistle, she once more returned to the tavern. A waiter in⯑formed her that Craig had lately been in, and was now gone out to spend the evening. Whither had he gone? she asked.

How was he to know where gentlemen eat their suppers? Did she take him for a witch? What, in God's name, did she want with him at that hour? Could she not wait, at least, till he had done his supper? He warranted her pret⯑ty face would bring him home time enough.

Constantia was not disconcerted at this ad⯑dress. She knew that females are subjected, through their own ignorance and cowardice, to a thousand mortifications. She set its true value on base and low-minded treatment. She dis⯑dained to notice this ribaldry, but turned away from the servant to meditate on this disappoint⯑ment.

A few moments after, a young fellow smartly dressed, entered the apartment. He was imme⯑diately addressed by the other, who said to him, Well, Tom, where's your master. There's a lady wants him, pointing to Constantia, and lay⯑ing a grinning emphasis on the word lady. She turned to the new-comer: Friend, are you Mr. Craig's servant?

[109]The fellow seemed somewhat irritated at the bluntness of her interrogatory. The appellation of servant sat uneasily, perhaps, on his pride, es⯑pecially as coming from a person of her appear⯑ance. He put on an air of familiar ridicule, and surveyed her in silence. She resumed, in an au⯑thoritative tone, where does Mr. Craig spend this evening? I have business with him of the highest importance, and that will not bear delay. I must see him this night.—He seemed preparing to make some impertinent answer, but she anti⯑cipated it. You had better answer me with de⯑cency. If you do not, your master shall hear of it.

This menace was not ineffectual. He began to perceive himself in the wrong, and surlily mut⯑tered, Why, if you must know, he is gone to Mr. Ormond's. And where lived Mr. Ormond? In Arch-Street; he mentioned the number on her questioning him to that effect.

Being furnished with this information, she left them. Her project was not to be thwarted by slight impediments, and she forthwith proceeded to Ormond's dwelling. Who was this Ormond? she enquired of herself as she went along: whence originated, and of what nature is the connection between him and Craig? Are they united by union of designs and sympathy of character, or is this stranger a new subject on whom Craig is practising his arts? The last supposition is not impossible. Is it not my duty to disconcert his machinations, and save a new victim from his treachery? But I ought to be sure before I act. He may now be honest, or tending to honesty, and my interference may cast him backward, or impede his progress.

The house to which she had been directed was spacious and magnificent. She was answered [110] by a servant, whose uniform was extremely sin⯑gular and fanciful, and whose features and ac⯑cents bespoke him to be English, with a polite⯑ness to which she knew that the simplicity of her garb gave her no title. Craig, he told her, was in the drawing-room above stairs. He offered to carry him any message, and ushered her, mean⯑while, into a parlour. She was surprized at the splendour of the room. The ceiling was paint⯑ed with a gay design, the walls stuccoed in re⯑lief, and the floor covered with a Persian carpet, with suitable accompaniments of mirrors, tables and sofas.

Craig had been seated at the window above. His suspicions were ever on the watch. He sud⯑denly espied a figure and face on the opposite side of the street, which an alteration of garb and the improvements of time, could not conceal from his knowledge. He was startled at this incident, without knowing the extent of its consequences. He saw her cross the way opposite this house, and immediately after heard the bell ring. Still he was not aware that he himself was the object of this visit, and waited, with some degree of impatience, for the issue of this adventure.

Presently he was summoned to a person be⯑low, who wished to see him. The servant shut the door, as soon as he had delivered the message, and retired.

Craig was thrown into considerable perplexity, It was seldom that he was wanting in presence of mind and dexterity, but the unexpectedness of this incident, made him pause. He had not for⯑gotten the awful charms of his summoner. He shrunk at the imagination of her rebukes. What purpose could be answered by admitting her? It was, undoubtedly, safest to keep at a distance, but what excuse should be given for refusing this [111] interview? He was roused from his reverie by a second and more urgent summons. The person could not conveniently wait; her business was of the utmost moment, and would detain him but a few minutes.

The anxiety which was thus expressed to see him, only augmented his solicitude to remain in⯑visible. He had papers before him which he had been employed in examining. This suggested an excuse. Tell her that I am engaged just now, and cannot possibly attend to her. Let her leave her business. If she has any message you may bring it to me.

It was plain to Constance that Craig suspected the purpose of her visit. This might have come to his knowledge by means impossible for her to divine. She now perceived the wisdom of the precaution she had taken. She gave her letter to the servant with this message: Tell him I shall wait here for an answer, and continue to wait till I receive one.

Her mind was powerfully affected by the criti⯑calness of her situation. She had gone thus far, and saw the necessity of persisting to the end. The goal was within view, and she formed a sort of desperate determination not to relinquish the pursuit. She could not overlook the possibility that he might return no answer, or return an un⯑satisfactory one. In either case, she was resolved to remain in the house till driven from it by vio⯑lence. What other resolution could she form? To return to her desolate home, penniless, was an idea not to be endured.

The letter was received, and perused. His conscience was touched, but compunction was a guest, whose importunities he had acquired a pe⯑culiar facility of eluding. Here was a liberal of⯑fer. A price was set upon his impunity. A [112] small sum, perhaps, would secure him from all future molestation.—She spoke, to be sure, in a damned high tone. 'Twas a pity that the old man should be hungry before supper-time. Blind too! Harder still, when he cannot find his way to his mouth. Rent unpaid, and a flinty-hearted landlord. A pretty pickle to be sure. Instant payment she says. Won't part without it. Must come down with the stuff. I know this girl: When her heart is once set upon a thing, all the devils will not turn her out of her way. She promises silence. I can't pretend to bargain with her. I'd as lief be ducked, as meet her face to face. I know she'll do what she promises. That was always her grand failing. How the little witch talks! Just the dreamer she ever was! Justice! Compassion! Stupid fool! One would think she'd learned something of the world by this time.

He took out his pocket book. Among the notes it contained the lowest was fifty dollars. This was too much, yet there was no alternative, something must be given. She had detected his abode, and he knew it was in the power of the Dudleys to ruin his reputation, and obstruct his present schemes. It was probable, that if they should exert themselves, their cause would find advocates and patrons. Still the gratuitous gift of fifty dollars, sat uneasily upon his avarice. One idea occurred to reconcile him to the gift. There was a method he conceived of procuring the repayment of it with interest. He inclosed the note in a blank piece of paper and sent it to her.

She received the paper, and opened it with trembling fingers. When she saw what were its contents, her feelings amounted to rapture. A sum like this was affluence to her in her present [113] condition. At least it would purchase present comfort and security. Her heart glowed with exultation, and she seemed to tread with the lightness of air, as she hied homeward. The langour of a long fast, the numbness of the cold, were forgotten. It is worthy of remark how much of human accommodation was comprized within this small compass; and how sudden was this transition from the verge of destruction to the summit of security.

Her first business was to call upon her land⯑lord and pay him his demand. On her return she discharged the little debts she had been oblig⯑ed contract, and purchased what was imme⯑diately necessary. Wood she could borrow from her next neighbour, and this she was willing to do, now that she had the prospect of repaying it.

CHAPTER XI.

ON leaving Mr. Ormond's house, Constance was met by that gentleman. He saw her as she came out, and was charmed with the simplicity of her appearance. On entering, he interrogat⯑ed the servant as to the business that brought her [...]hither.

So, said he, as he entered the drawing-room, where Craig was seated, you have had a visitant. She came, it seems, on a pressing occasion, and would be put off with nothing but a letter.

Craig had not expected this address, but it only precipitated the execution of a design that [114] he had formed. Being aware of this or similar accidents, he had constructed and related on a previous occasion to Ormond, a story suitable to his purpose.

Aye, said he, in a tone of affected compassion, it is a sad affair enough. I am sorry 'tis not in my power to help the poor girl. She is wrong in imputing her father's misfortunes to me, but I know the source of her mistake. Would to hea⯑ven it was in my power to repair the wrongs they have suffered, not from me, but from one whose relationship is a disgrace to me.

Perhaps, replied the other, you are willing to explain this affair.

Yes, I wish to explain it. I was afraid of some such accident as this. An explanation is due to my character. I have already told you my story. I mentioned to you a brother of mine. There is scarcely thirteen months difference in our ages. There is a strong resemblance between him and me, in our exterior, though I hope there is none at all in our minds. This brother was a partner of a gentleman, the father of this girl, at New-York. He was, a long time, nothing better than an apprentice to Mr. Dudley, but he advanced so much in the good graces of his master, that he finally took him into partnership. I did not know till I arrived on the continent, the whole of his misconduct. It appears that he embezzled the property of the house, and fled away with it, and the consequence was, that his quondam master was ruined. I am often mistaken for my bro⯑ther, to my no small inconvenience: but all this I told you formerly. See what a letter I just now received from this girl.

Craig was one of the most plausible of men. His character was a standing proof of the vanity of physiognomy. There were few men who [115] could refuse their confidence to his open and in⯑genuous aspect. To this circumstance, perhaps, he owed his ruin. His temptations to deceive were stronger than what are incident to most other men. Deception was so easy a task, that the difficulty lay, not in infusing false opinions respecting him, but in preventing them from being spontaneously imbibed. He contracted habits of imposture imperceptibly. In proportion as he deviated from the practice of truth, he discerned the necessity of extending and systematizing his efforts, and of augmenting the original benignity and attractiveness of his looks, by studied addi⯑tions. The further he proceeded, the more, dif⯑ficult it was to return. Experience and habit added daily to his speciousness, till at length, the world perhaps might have been searched in vain for his competitor.

He had been introduced to Ormond under the most favorable auspices. He had provided against a danger which he knew to be imminent, by re⯑lating his own story as if it were his brother's. He had, however, made various additions to it, serving to aggravate the heinousness of his guilt. This arose partly from policy, and partly from the habit of lying, which was prompted by a fertile invention, and rendered inveterate by incessant exercise. He interwove in his tale, an intrigue between Miss Dudley and his brother. The for⯑mer was seduced, and this man had employed his skill in chirographical imitation, in composing letters from Miss Dudley to his brother, which sufficiently attested her dishonor. He and his brother, he related, to have met in Jamaica, where the latter died, by which means his personal pro⯑perty and papers came into his possession.

Ormond read the letter which his companion presented to him on this occasion. The papers [116] which Craig had formerly permitted him to in⯑spect, had made him familiar with her hand-writ⯑ing. The penmanship was, indeed, similar, yet this was written in a spirit not quite congenial with that which had dictated her letters to her lover. But he reflected that the emergency was extraordinary, and that the new scenes through which she had passed, had, perhaps, enabled her to retreave her virtue and enforce it. The pic⯑ture which she drew of her father's distresses, af⯑fected him and his companion very differently. He pondered on it for some time, in silence; he then looked up, and with his usual abruptness said, I suppose you gave her something?

No. I was extremely sorry that it was not in my power. I have nothing but a little trifling silver about me. I have no more at home than will barely suffice to pay my board here, and my expenses to Baltimore. Till I reach there I can⯑not expect a supply. I was less uneasy I con⯑fess, on this account, because I knew you to be equally willing and much more able to afford the relief she asks.

This, Mr. Ormond had predetermined to do. He paused only to deliberate in what manner it could, with most propriety, be done. He was always willing, when he conferred benefits, to conceal the author. He was not displeased when gratitude was misplaced, and readily allowed his instruments to act as if they were principals. He questioned not the veracity of Craig, and was, therefore, desirous to free him from the molesta⯑tion that was threatened in the way which had been prescribed. He put a note of one hundred dollars into his hand, and enjoined him to send it to the Dudleys that evening, or early the next morning. I am pleased, he added, with the style [117] of this letter: It can be of no service to you; leave it in my possession.

Craig would much rather have thrown it into the fire; but he knew the character of his com⯑panion, and was afraid to make any objection to his request. He promised to send, or carry the note, the next morning, before he set out on his intended journey.

This journey was to Baltimore, and was un⯑dertaken so soon merely to oblige his friend, who was desirous of remitting to Baltimore a consider⯑able sum in English guineas, and who had been for some time in search of one who might execute this commission with fidelity. The offer of Craig had been joyfully accepted, and next morning had been the time fixed for his depar⯑ture, a period the most opportune for Craig's de⯑signs, that could be imagined.—To return to Miss Dudley.

The sum that remained to her after the dis⯑charge of her debts, would quickly be expended. It was no argument of wisdom to lose sight of the future in the oblivion of present care. The time would inevitably come when new resources would be necessary. Every hour brought nearer the period without facilitating the discovery of new expedients. She related the recent adven⯑ture to her father. He acquiesced in the pro⯑priety of her measures, but the succour that she had thus obtained consoled him but little. He saw how speedily it would again be required, and was hopeless of a like fortunate occurrence.

Some days had elapsed, and Constantia had been so fortunate as to procure some employ⯑ment. She was thus engaged in the evening when they were surprised by a visit from their landlord. This was an occurrence that forebod⯑ed [118] them no good. He entered with abruptness and scarcely noticed the salutations that he re⯑ceived. His bosom swelled with discontent, which seemed ready to be poured out upon his two companions. To the enquiry as to the con⯑dition of his health and that of his family, he sur⯑lily answered; Never mind how I am: None the better for my tenants I think. Never was a man so much plagued as I have been; what with one putting me off from time to time: What with another quarrelling about terms, and denying his agreement, and another running away in my debt, I expect nothing but to come to poverty, God help me, at last: but this was the worst of all. I was never before treated so in all my life. I don't know what or when I shall get to the end of my troubles. To be fobbed out of my rent and twenty five dollars into the bargain! It is very strange treatment, I assure you, Mr. Dudley.

What is it you mean? replied that gentleman. You have received your dues, and —

Received my dues, indeed! High enough too! I have received none of my dues. I have been imposed upon. I have been put to very great trouble and expect some compensation. There is no knowing the character of one's tenants. There is nothing but knavery in the world, one would think. I'm sure no man has suffered more by bad tenants than I have. But this is the strangest treatment I ever met with. Very strange indeed Dudley, and I must be paid with⯑out delay. To lose my rent and twenty five dol⯑lars into the bargain, is too hard. I never met with the equal of it, not I: Besides, I wou'dn't be put to all this trouble for twice the sum.

What does all this mean, Mr. M'Crea? You seem inclined to scold, but I cannot conceive [119] why you came here for that purpose. This be⯑haviour is improper—

No, its very proper, and I want payment of my money. Fifty dollars you owe me. Miss comes to me to pay me my rent as I thought. She brings me a fifty dollar note; I changes it for her, for I thought to be sure, I was quite safe: but, behold, when I sends it to the bank to get the money, they sends me back word that it's forged, and calls on me, before a magistrate to tell them where I got it from. I'm sure I never was so flustered in my life. I would not have such a thing for ten times the sum.

He proceeded to descant on his loss without any interruption from his auditors, whom this in⯑telligence had struck dumb. Mr. Dudley in⯑stantly saw the origin, and full extent of this mis⯑fortune. He was, nevertheless, calm, and indulg⯑ed in no invectives against Craig. It is all of a piece, said he: Our ruin is inevitable. Well, then, let it come.

After M'Crea had railed himself weary, he flung out of the house, warning them that, next morning he should destrain for his rent, and, at the same time, sue them for the money that Con⯑stance had received in exchange for her note.

Miss Dudley was unable to pursue her task. She laid down her needle, and fixed her eyes up⯑on her father. They had been engaged in ear⯑nest discourse when their landlord entered. Now there was a pause of profound silence, till the affectionate Lucy, who sufficiently compre⯑hended this scene, gave vent to her affliction in sobs. Her mistress turned to her:

Cheer up, my Lucy. We shall do well enough my girl. Our state is bad enough, without doubt, but despair will make it worse.

[120]The anxiety that occupied her mind related less to herself, than to her father. He, indeed, in the present instance, was exposed to prosecu⯑tion. It was he who was answerable for the debt, and whose person would be thrown into durance by the suit that was menaced. The hor⯑rors of a prison had not hitherto been experienc⯑ed, or anticipated. The worst evil that she had imagined was inexpressibly inferior to this. The idea had in it something of terrific and loathsome. The mere supposition of its being possible was not to be endured. If all other expedients should fail, she thought of nothing less than desperate resistance. No. It was better to die than to go to prison.

For a time, she was deserted of her admirable equanimity. This no doubt, was the result of surprise. She had not yet obtained the calmness necessary to deliberation. During this gloomy interval, she would, perhaps, have adopted any scheme, however dismal and atrocious, which her father's despair might suggest. She would not refuse to terminate her own and her father's unfortunate existence, by poison or the chord.

This confusion of mind could not exist long. It gradually gave place to cheerful prospects. The evil perhaps was not without its timely re⯑medy. The person whom she had set out to vi⯑sit, when her course was diverted by Craig, she once more resolved to apply to; to lay before him, without reserve, her father's situation, to entreat pecuniary succour, and to offer herself as a servant in his family, or in that of any of his friends who stood in need of one. This resolu⯑tion, in a slight degree, consoled her; but her mind had been too thoroughly disturbed to allow her any sleep during that night.

[121]She equipped herself betimes, and proceeded with a doubting heart to the house of Mr. Mel⯑bourne. She was informed that he had risen, but was never to be seen at so early an hour. At nine o'clock he would be disengaged, and she would be admitted. In the present state of her affairs, this delay was peculiarly unwelcome. At breakfast, her suspense and anxieties would not allow her to eat a morsal, and when the hour approached, she prepared herself for a new at⯑tempt.

As she went out, she met at the door a person whom she recognized, and whose office she knew to be that of a constable. Constantia had exer⯑cised, in her present narrow sphere, that benefi⯑cence which she had formerly exerted in a larger. There was nothing, consistent with her slender means, that she did not willingly perform for the service of others. She had not been sparing of consolation and personal aid in many cases of personal distress that had occurred in her neigh⯑bourhood. Hence, as far as she was known, she was reverenced.

The wife of their present visitant had experi⯑enced her succour and sympathy, on occasion of the death of a favorite child. The man, not⯑withstanding his office, was not of a rugged or ungrateful temper. The task that was now im⯑posed upon him, he undertook with extreme re⯑luctance. He was somewhat reconciled to it by the reflection that another might not perform it with that gentleness and lenity which he found in himself a disposition to exercise on all occasions, but particularly on the present.

She easily guessed at his business, and having greeted him with the utmost friendliness, return⯑ed with him into the house. She endeavoured to [...]emove the embarrassment that hung about him, [122] but in vain. Having levied what the law very properly calls a distress, he proceeded, after much hesitation, to inform Dudley that he was charged with a message from a Magistrate, sum⯑moning him to come forthwith, and account for having a forged bank-note in his possession.

M'Crea had given no intimation of this. The painful surprise that it produced, soon yielded to a just view of this affair. Temporary inconveni⯑ence and vexation was all that could be dreaded from it. Mr. Dudley hated to be seen or known. He usually walked out in the dusk of evening, but limited his perambulations to a short space: At all other times, he was obstinately recluse. He was easily persuaded by his daughter to allow her to perform this unwelcome office in his stead. He had not received, nor even seen the note. He would have willingly spared her the mortifi⯑cation of a judicial examination, but he knew that this was unavoidable. Should he comply with this summons himself, his daughter's presence would be equally necessary.

Influenced by these considerations, he was wil⯑ling that his daughter should accompany the mes⯑senger, who was content that they should con⯑sult their mutual convenience in this respect. This interview was to her, not without its ter⯑rors, but she cherished the hope that it might ul⯑timately conduce to good. She did not forese [...] the means by which this would be effected, bu [...] her heart was lightened by a secret and inexpli⯑cable faith in the propitiousness of some ever [...] that was yet to occur. This faith was powerfully enforced when she reached the magistrate's doo [...] and found that he was no other than Melbourne, whose succour she intended to solicit. She was speedily ushered, not into his office, but into [...] private apartment, where he received her alone▪

[123]He had been favorably prepossessed with re⯑gard to her character by the report of the officer, who, on being charged with the message, had accounted for the regret which he manifested, by dwelling on the merits of Miss Dudley. He be⯑haved with grave civility, requested her to be seated, and accurately scrutinized her appear⯑ance. She found herself not decived in her pre⯑conceptions of this gentleman's character, and drew a favorable omen as to the event of this in⯑terview, by what had already taken place. He viewed her in silence for some time, and then, in a conciliating tone, said:

It seems to me, madam, as if I had seen you before. Your face, indeed, is of that kind which, when once seen, is not easily forgotten. I know it is a long time since, but I cannot tell when or where. If you will not deem me imper⯑tinent, I will venture to ask you to assist my conjectures. Your name as I am informed, is Acworth—I ought to have mentioned that Mr. Dudley on his removal from New-York, among other expedients to obliterate the memory of his former condition, and conceal his poverty from the world, had made this change in his name.

That, indeed, said the lady, is the name, which my father, at present, bears. His real name is Dudley. His abode was formerly in Queen-Street, New-York. Your conjecture, Sir, is not erroneous. This is not the first time we have seen each other. I well recollect your having been at my father's house in the days of [...]is prosperity.

Is it possible? exclaimed Mr. Melbourne, [...]tarting from his seat in the first impulse of his as⯑ [...]onishment: Are you the daughter of my friend Dudley, by whom I have so often been hospita⯑ly entertained. I have heard of his misfortunes, [124] but knew not that he was alive, or in what part of the world he resided.

You are summoned on a very disagreeable af⯑fair, but I doubt not you will easily exculpate your father. I am told that he is blind, and that his situation is by no means as comfortable as might be wished. I am grieved that he did not confide in the friendship of those that knew him. What could prompt him to conceal himself?

My father has a proud spirit. It is not yet broken by adversity. He disdains to beg, but I must now assume that office for his sake. I came hither this morning to lay before you his situation, and to entreat your assistance to save him from a prison. He cannot pay for the poor tenement he occupies, and our few goods are already under distress. He has, likewise, contracted a debt. He is, I suppose, already sued on this account, and must go to gaol unless saved by the interpo⯑sition of some friend.

It is true, said Melbourne, I yesterday grant⯑ed a warrant against him at the suit of Malcolm M'Crea. Little did I think that the defendant was Stephen Dudley; but you may dismiss all apprehensions on that score. That affair shall be settled to your father's satisfaction: Meanwhile, we will, if you please, dispatch this unpleasant business respecting a counterfeit note, received in payment from you by this M'Cea.

Miss Dudley satisfactorily explained that affair. She stated the relation in which Craig had for⯑merly stood to her father, and the acts of which he had been guilty. She slightly touched on the distresses which the family had undergone during their abode in this city, and the means by which she had been able to preserve her father from want. She mentioned the circumstances which compelled her to seek his charity as the last re⯑source, [125] and the casual encounter with Craig, by which she was for the present diverted from that design. She laid before him a copy of the letter she had written, and explained the result in the gift of the note which now appeared to be a counterfeit. She concluded with stating her pre⯑sent views, and soliciting him to receive her into his family, in quality of servant, or use his interest with some of his friends to procure a provision of this kind. This tale was calculated deeply to affect a man of Mr. Melbourne's hu⯑manity.

No, said he, I cannot listen to such a request. My inclination is bounded by my means. These will not allow me to place you in an independent situation; but I will do what I can. With your leave, I will introduce you to my wife, in your true character. Her good sense will teach her to set a just value on your friendship. There is no disgrace in earning your subsistence by your own industry. She and her friends will furnish you with plenty of materials, but if there ever be a deficiency, look to me for a supply.

Constantia's heart overflowed at this declara⯑tion. Her silence was more eloquent than any words could have been. She declined an imme⯑ [...]iate introduction to his wife, and withdrew, but not till her new friend had forced her to ac⯑ [...]ept some money.

Place it to account, said he. It is merely pay⯑ [...]ng you before hand, and discharging a debt at [...]he time when it happens to be most useful to the [...]reditor.

To what entire and incredible reverses is the [...]nor of human life subject. A short minute [...]all effect a transition from a state utterly des⯑ [...]ute of hope, to a condition where all is serene [126] and abundant. The path, which we employ all our exertions to shun, is often found, upon trial, to be the true road to prosperity.

Constantia retired from this interview with an heart bounding with exultation. She related to her father all that had happened. He was pleas⯑ed on her account, but the detection of his pover⯑ty by Melbourne was the parent of new mortifi⯑cation. His only remaining hope relative to him⯑self, was that he should die in his obscurity, whereas, it was probable that his old acquain⯑tance would trace him to his covert. This prog⯑nostic filled him with the deepest inquietude, and all the reasonings of his daughter were insufficient to appease him.

Melbourne made his appearance in the after⯑noon. He was introduced, by Constantia, to he [...] father. Mr. Dudley's figure was emaciated, an [...] his features corroded by his ceaseless melancholy▪ His blindness produced in them a woeful and wildering expression. His dress betokened hi [...] penury, and was in unison with the meanness [...] his habitation and furniture. The visitant wa [...] struck with the melancholy contrast, which thes [...] appearances exhibited, to the joyousness an [...] splendour that he had formerly witnessed.

Mr. Dudley received the salutations of h [...] guest with an air of embarrassment and dejection▪ He resigned to his daughter the task of sustai [...] ⯑ing the conversation, and excused himself fro [...] complying with the urgent invitations of Me [...] ⯑bourne, while at the same time, he studious forbore all expressions tending to encourage a [...] kind of intercourse between them.

The guest came with a message from his wi [...] who intreated Miss Dudley's company to tea wi [...] her that evening, adding that she should be e [...]tirely alone. It was impossible to refuse co [...] ⯑ance [127] with this request. She cheerfully assented, and, in the evening, was introduced to Mrs. Melbourne, by her husband.

Constantia found in this lady nothing that cal⯑led for reverence or admiration, though she could not deny her some portion of esteem. The im⯑pression which her own appearance and conver⯑sation made upon her entertainer, was much more powerful and favorable. A consciousness of her own worth, and disdain of the malevolence of fortune, perpetually shone forth in her beha⯑viour. It was modelled by a sort of mean be⯑tween presumption on the one hand, and humi⯑lity on the other. She claimed no more than what was justly due to her, but she claimed no less. She did not soothe our vanity nor fascinate our pity by diffident reserves and flutterings. Neither did she disgust by arrogant negligence, and uncircumspect loquacity.

At parting, she received commissions in the way of her profession, which supplied her with abundant and profitable employment. She abridged her visit on her father's account, and parted from her new friend just early enough to avoid meeting with Ormond, who entered the house a few minutes after she had left it.

What pity, said Melbourne to him, you did not come a little sooner. You pretend to be a judge of beauty. I should like to have heard your opinion of a face that has just left us.

Describe it, said the other.

That is beyond my capacity. Complexion, and hair, and eyebrows may be painted, but these are of no great value in the present case. It is in the putting them together, that nature has here shewn her skill, and not in the structure of each of the parts, individually considered. Perhaps you may at some time meet each other [128] here. If a lofty fellow like you, now, would mix a little common sense with his science, this girl might hope for an husband, and her father for a natural protector.

Are they in search of one or the other?

I cannot say they are. Nay, I imagine they would bear any imputation with more patience than that, but certain I am, they stand in need of them. How much would it be to the honor of a man like you rioting in wealth, to divide it with one, lovely and accomplished as this girl is, and struggling with indigence.

Melbourne then related the adventure of the morning. It was easy for Ormond to perceive that this was the same person of whom he already had some knowledge—but there were some par⯑ticulars in the narrative that excited surprise. A note had been received from Craig, at the first visit in the evening, and this note was for no more than fifty dollars. This did not exactly tally with the information received from Craig. But this note was forged. Might not this girl mix a little imposture with her truth? Who knows her temptations to hypocrisy? It might have been a present from another quarter, and accompanied with no very honorable conditions. Exquisite wretch! Those whom honesty will not let live, must be knaves. Such is the alternative offered by the wisdom of society.

He listened to the tale with apparent indiffer⯑ence. He speedily shifted the conversation to new topics, and put an end to his visit sooner than ordinary.

CHAPTER XII.

I KNOW no task more arduous than a just de⯑lineation of the character of Ormond. To scru⯑tinize, and ascertain our own principles are abun⯑dantly difficult. To exhibit these principles to the world with absolute sincerity, can scarcely be expected. We are prompted to conceal and to feign by a thousand motives; but truly to poartray the motives, and relate the actions of another, appears utterly impossible. The attempt, however, if made with fidelity and diligence, is not without its use.

To comprehend the whole truth, with regard to the character and conduct of another, may be denied to any human being, but different observ⯑ers will have, in their pictures, a greater or less portion of this truth. No representation will be wholly false, and some though not perfectly, may yet be considerably exempt from error.

Ormond was, of all mankind, the being most difficult and most deserving to be studied. A fortunate concurrence of incidents has unveiled his actions to me with more distinctness than to any other. My knowledge is far from being ab⯑solute, but I am conscious of a kind of duty, first to my friend, and secondly to mankind, to impart the knowledge I possess.

I shall omit to mention the means by which I became acquainted with his character, nor shall I enter, at this time, into every part of it. His political projects are likely to possess an exten⯑sive influence on the future condition of this wes⯑tern world. I do not conceive myself authorized [130] to communicate a knowledge of his schemes, which I gained, in some sort, surreptitiously, or at least, by means of which he was not apprized. I shall merely explain the maxims by which he was accustomed to regulate his private deport⯑ment.

No one could entertain loftier conceptions of human capacity than Ormond, but he carefully distinguished between men, in the abstract, and men as they are. The former were beings to be impelled, by the breath of accident, in a right or a wrong road, but whatever direction they should receive, it was the property of their nature to persist in it. Now this impulse had been given. No single being could rectify the error. It was the business of the wise man to form a just esti⯑mate of things, but not to attempt, by individual efforts, so chimerical an enterprize as that of pro⯑moting the happiness of mankind. Their condi⯑tion was out of the reach of a member of a cor⯑rupt society to controul. A mortal poison per⯑ [...]aded the whole system by means of which every thing received was converted into bane and pu⯑rulence. Efforts designed to ameliorate the con⯑dition of an individual, were sure of answering a contrary purpose. The principles of the social machine must be rectified, before men can be be⯑neficially active. Our motives may be neutral or beneficent, but our actions tend merely to the production of evil.

The idea of total forbearance was not less de⯑lusive. Man could not be otherwise than an cause of perpetual operation and efficacy. He was part of a machine, and as such had not power to withhold his agency. Contiguousness to other parts, that is, to other men, was all that was ne⯑cessary to render him a powerful concurrent. What then was the conduct incumbent on him▪ [131] Whether he went forward, or stood still, whether his motives were malignant, or kind, or indiffer⯑ent, the mass of evil was equally and necessarily augmented. It did not follow from these preli⯑minaries that virtue and duty were terms without a meaning, but they require us to promote our own happiness and not the happiness of others. Not because the former end is intrinsically pre⯑ferable, not because the happiness of others is unworthy of primary consideration, but because it is not to be attained. Our power in the pre⯑sent state of things is subjected to certain limits. A man may reasonably hope to accomplish his end, when he proposes nothing but his own good: Any other point is inaccessible.

He must not part with benevolent desire: This is a constituent of happiness. He sees the value of general and particular felicity; he sometimes paints it to his fancy, but if this be rarely done, it is in consequence of virtuous sensibility, which is afflicted on observing that his pictures are revers⯑ed in the real state of mankind. A wise man will relinquish the pursuit of general benefit, but not the desire of that benefit, or the perception of that in which this benefit consists, because these are among the ingredients of virtue and the sources of his happiness.

Principles, in the looser sense of that term, have little influence on practice. Ormond was, for the most part, governed, like others, by the influences of education and present circumstan⯑ces. It required a vigilant discernment to distin⯑guish whether the stream of his actions flowed from one or the other. His income was large, and he managed it nearly on the same principles as other men. He thought himself entitled to all the splendour and ease which it would purchase, but his taste was elaborate and correct. He gra⯑tified [132] his love of the beautiful, because the sen⯑sations it afforded were pleasing, but made no sacrifices to the love of distinction. He gave no expensive entertainments for the sake of exciting the admiration of stupid gazers, or the flattery or envy of those who shared them. Pompous equi⯑page and retinue were modes of appropriating the esteem of mankind which he held in profound contempt. The garb of his attendants was fash⯑ioned after the model suggested by his imagina⯑tion, and not in compliance with the dictates of custom.

He treated with systematic negligence, the et⯑tiquette that regulates the intercourse of persons of a certain class. He, every where, acted, in this respect, as if he were alone, or among fami⯑liar associates. The very appellations of Sir, and Madam, and Mister, were, in his apprehension, servile and ridiculous, and as custom or law had annexed no penalty to the neglect of these, he conformed to his own opinions. It was easier for him to reduce his notions of equality to practice than for most others. To level himself with others was an act of condescension and not of arrogance. It was requisite to descend rather than to rise; a task the most easy, if we regard the obstacles flowing from the prejudice of mankind, but far most difficult, if the motives of the agent be consi⯑dered.

That in which he chiefly placed his boast, was his sincerity. To this he refused no sacrifice. In consequence of this, his deportment was disgust⯑ing to weak minds, by a certain air of ferocity and haughty negligence. He was without the at⯑tractions of candour, because he regarded not the happiness of others, but in subservience to his sincerity. Hence it was natural to suppose that the character of this man was easily understood. [133] He affected to conceal nothing. No one appear⯑ed more exempt from the instigations of vanity. He set light by the good opinions of others, had no compassion for their prejudices, and hazarded assertions in their presence which he knew would be, in the highest degree, shocking to their pre⯑vious notions. They might take it, he would say, as they list. Such were his conceptions, and the last thing he would give up was the use of his tongue. It was his way to give utterance to the suggestions of his understanding. If they were disadvantageous to him in the opinions of others, it was well. He did not wish to be re⯑garded in any light, but the true one. He was contented to be rated by the world, at his just value. If they esteemed him for qualities he did not possess, was he wrong in rectifying their mis⯑take: But in reality, if they valued him for that to which be had no claim, and which he himself considered as contemptible, he must naturally de⯑sire to shew them their error, and forfeit that praise which, in his own opinion, was a badge of infamy.

In listening to his discourse, no one [...]s claim to sincerity appeared less questionable. A some⯑what different conclusion would be suggested by a survey of his actions. In early youth he disco⯑vered in himself a remarkable facility in imitating the voice and gestures of others. His memory was eminently retentive, and these qualities would have rendered his career, in the theatrical profes⯑sion, illustrious, had not his condition raised him above it. His talents were occasionally exerted for the entertainment of convivial parties, and private circles, but he gradually withdrew from such scenes, as he advanced in age, and devoted his abilities to higher purposes.

[134]His aversion to duplicity had flowed from ex⯑perience of its evils. He had frequently been made its victim; In consequence of this his tem⯑per had become suspicious, and he was apt to im⯑pute deceit on occasions when others, of no incon⯑siderable sagacity, were abundantly disposed to confidence. One transaction had occurred in his life, in which the consequences of being misled by false appearances were of the utmost moment to his honor and safety. The usual mode of solv⯑ing his doubts, he deemed insufficient, and the eagerness of his curiosity tempted him, for the first time, to employ, for this end, his talents at imitation. He therefore assumed a borrowed character and guise, and performed his part with so much skill as fully to accomplish his design. He whose mask, would have secured him from all other attempts, was thus taken through an avenue which his caution had overlooked, and the hypo⯑crisy of his pretensions unquestionably ascertained.

Perhaps, in a comprehensive view, the success of this expedient was unfortunate. It served to recommend this method of encountering deceit, and informed him of the extent of those powers which are so liable to be abused. A subtlety much inferior to Ormond's would suffice to re⯑commend this mode of action. It was defensible on no other principle than necessity. The treach⯑ery of mankind compelled him to resort to it. I [...] they should deal in a manner as upright and ex⯑plicit as himself, it would be superfluous. But since they were in the perpetual use of stratagems and artifices, it was allowable, he thought, to wield the same arms.

It was easy to perceive, however, that this practice was recommended to him by other con⯑siderations. Ho was delighted with the power it conferred. It enabled him to gain access, as if [135] by supernatural means, to the privacy of others, and baffle their profoundest contrivances to hide themselves from his view. It flattered him with the possession of something like Omniscience. It was besides an art, in which, as in others, every accession of skill, was a source of new gratifica⯑tion. Compared with this the performance of the actor is the sport of children. This profes⯑sion he was accustomed to treat with merciless ridicule, and no doubt, some of his contempt arose from a secret comparison, between the the⯑atrical species of imitation and his own. He blended in his own person the functions of poet and actor, and his dramas were not fictitious but real. The end that he proposed was not the amusement of a play-house mob. His were scenes in which hope and fear exercised a genu⯑ine influence, and in which was maintained that resemblance to truth, so audaciously and grossly violated on the stage.

It is obvious how many singular conjunctures must have grown out of this propensity. A mind of uncommon energy like Ormond's, which had occupied a wide sphere of action, and which could not fail of confederating its efforts with those of minds like itself, must have given birth to innumerable incidents, not unworthy to be exhibited by the most eloquent historian. It is not my business to [...] [...]te any of these. The fate of Miss Dudley is i [...]mately connected with his. What influence he obtained over her destiny, in consequence of this dexterity, will appear in the sequel.

It arose from these circumstances, that no one was more impenetrable than Ormond, though no one's real character seemed more easily discern⯑ed. The projects that occupied his attention were diffused over an ample space; and his in⯑struments [136] and coadjutors were culled from a field, whose bounds were those of the civilized world. To the vulgar eye, therefore, he ap⯑peared a man of speculation and seclusion, and was equally inscrutible in his real and assumed characters. In his real, his intents were too lofty and comprehensive, as well as too assiduously shrowded from profane inspection, for them to scan. In the latter, appearances were merely calculated to mislead and not to enlighten.

In his youth he had been guilty of the usual ex⯑cesses incident to his age and character. These had disappeared and yielded place to a more re⯑gular and circumspect system of action. In the choice of his pleasures he still exposed himself to the censure of the world. Yet there was more o [...] grossness and licentiousness in the expression o [...] his tenets, than in the tenets themselves. So fa [...] as temperance regards the maintainance of health no man adhered to its precepts with more fideli⯑ty, but he esteemed some species of connection with the other sex as venial, which mankind in general are vehement in condemning.

In his intercourse with women, he deemed him self superior to the allurements of what is called love. His inferences were drawn from a consi⯑deration of the physical propensities of an human being. In his scale of enjoyments the gratifica⯑tions which belonged to [...]ese, were placed a the bottom. Yet he did not entirely disdai [...] them, and when they could be purchased withou [...] the sacrifice of superior advantages, they wer [...] sufficiently acceptable.

His mistake on this head was the result of hi [...] ignorance. He had not hitherto met with a fe⯑male worthy of his confidence. Their view were limited and superficial, or their understand⯑ings were betrayed by the tenderness of thei [...] [137] hearts. He found in them no intellectual ener⯑gy, no superiority to what he accounted vulgar prejudice, and no affinity with the sentiments which he cherished with most devotion. Their presence had been capable of exciting no emotion which he did not quickly discover to be vague and sensual; and the uniformity of his experi⯑ence at length instilled into him a belief, that the intellectual constitution of females was essentially defective. He denied the reality of that passion which claimed a similitude or sympathy of minds as one of its ingredients.

CHAPTER XIII.

HE resided in New-York some time before he [...]ook up his abode in Philadelphia. He had some [...]ecuniary concerns with a merchant of that [...]lace. He occasionally frequented his house, [...]nding, in the society which it afforded him, [...]ope for amusing speculation, and opportunities [...] gaining a species of knowledge of which at [...]at time he stood in need. There was one [...]ughter of the family who of course constituted member of the domestic circle.

Helena Cleves was endowed with every femi⯑ne and fascinating quality. Her features were [...]odified by the most transient sentiments and [...]ere the seat of a softness at all times blushful [...]d bewitching. All those graces of symmetry, [...]oothness and lustre, which assemble in the [...]agination of the painter when he calls from the [138] bosom of her natal deep, the Paphian divinity, blended their perfections in the shape, complex⯑ion and hair of this lady. Her voice was natu⯑rally thrilling and melodious, and her utterance clear and distinct. A musical education had added to all these advantages the improvements of art, and no one could swim in the dance with such airy and transporting elegance.

It is obvious to enquire whether her mental, were, in any degree, on a level with her exte⯑rior accomplishments. Should you listen to her talk, you would be liable to be deceived in this respect. Her utterance was so just, her phrases so happy, and her language so copious and cor⯑rect, that the hearer was apt to be impressed with an ardent veneration of her abilities, but the truth is, she was calculated to excite emotions more voluptuous than dignified. Her presence produced a trance of the senses rather than an il⯑lumination of the soul. It was a topic of wonder how she should have so carefully separated the husk from the kernel, and be so absolute a mis⯑tress of the vehicle of knowledge, with so slender means of supplying it: Yet it is difficult to judge but from comparison. To say that Helena Cleves was silly or ignorant would be hatefully unjust. Her understanding bore no disadvanta⯑geous comparison with that of the majority of he [...] sex, but when placed in competition with that [...] some eminent females or of Ormond, it was ex⯑posed to the risque of contempt.

This lady and Ormond were exposed to mutual examination. The latter was not unaffected by the radiance that environed this girl, but her true character was easily discovered, and he was accustomed to regard her merely as an object charming to the senses. His attention to her was dictated by this principle. When she sung or [139] talked, it was not unworthy of the strongest mind to be captivated with her music and her elocu⯑tion: But these were the limits which he set to his gratifications. That sensations of a different kind, never ruffled his tranquility must not be supposed, but he too accurately estimated their consequen⯑ces to permit himself to indulge them.

Unhappily the lady did not exercise equal for⯑titude. During a certain interval Ormond's visits were frequent, and she insensibly contracted for him somewhat more than reverence. The tenour of his discourse was little adapted to cherish her hopes. In the declaration of his opinions he was never withheld by scruples of decorum, or a sel⯑fish regard to his own interest. His matrimonial tenets were harsh and repulsive. A woman of keener penetration would have predicted from them, the disappointment of her wishes, but He⯑lena's mind was uninnured to the discussion of lo⯑gical points and the tracing of remote consequen⯑ces. His presence inspired feelings which would not permit her to bestow an impartial attention on his arguments. It is not enough to say that his reasonings failed to convince her: The com⯑bined influence of passion and an unenlightened understanding hindered her from fully compre⯑hending them. All she gathered was a vague conception of something magnificent and vast in his character.

Helena was destined to experience the vicissi⯑tudes of fortune. Her father died suddenly and left her without provision. She was compelled to accept the invitations of a kinswoman, and live, in some sort, a life of dependance. She was not qualified to sustain this reverse of for⯑tune, in a graceful manner. She could not bear the diminution of her customary indulgences, and to these privations were added the inquie⯑tudes [140] of a passion which now began to look with an aspect of hopelessness.

These events happened in the absence of Or⯑mond. On his return he made himself acquaint⯑ed with them. He saw the extent of this misfor⯑tune to a woman of Helena's character, but knew not in what manner it might be effectually obvi⯑ated. He esteemed it incumbent on him to pay her a visit in her new abode. This token at leas [...] of respect or remembrance his duty appeared to prescribe.

This visit was unexpected by the lady. Sur⯑prise is the enemy of concealment. She was op⯑pressed with a sense of her desolate situation She was sitting in her own apartment in a muse⯑ful posture. Her fancy was occupied with the image of Ormond, and her tears were flowing a [...] the thought of their eternal separation, when h [...] entered softly and unperceived by her. A tap [...] upon the shoulder was the first signal of his pre⯑sence. So critical an interview could not fail o [...] unveiling the true state of the lady's heart. Or⯑mond's suspicions were excited, and these suspi⯑cions speedily led to an explanation.

Ormond retired to ruminate on this discovery. I have already mentioned his sentiments respect⯑ing love. His feelings relative to Helena did not contradict his principles, yet the image which had formerly been exquisite in loveliness, had now suddenly gained unspeakable attractions▪ This discovery had set the question in a new light. It was of sufficient importance to make him deliberate. He reasoned somewhat in the following manner.

Marriage is absurd. This flows from the gene⯑ral and incurable imperfection of the female cha⯑racter. No woman can possess that worth which would induce me to enter into this contract, and [141] bind myself without power of revoking the de⯑cree, to her society. This opinion may possibly be erroneous, but it is undoubtedly true with re⯑spect to Helena, and the uncertainty of the posi⯑tion in general, will increase the necessity of caution in the present case. That woman may exist whom I should not fear to espouse. This is not her. Some accident may cause our meeting. Shall I then disable myself, by an irrevocable ob⯑ligation, from profiting by so auspicious an oc⯑currence?

This girl's society was to be enjoyed in one of two ways. Should he consult his inclination there was little room for doubt. He had never met with one more highly qualified for that spe⯑cies of intercourse which he esteemed rational. No man more abhored the votaries of licentious⯑ness. Nothing was more detestable to him than a mercenary alliance. Personal fidelity and the existence of that passion, of which he had, in the present case, the good fortune to be the object, were indispensible in his scheme. The union was indebted for its value on the voluntariness with which it was formed, and the entire acqui⯑escence of the judgment of both parties in its rec⯑titude. Dissimulation and artifice were wholly foreign to the success of his project. If the lady thought proper to assent to his proposal, it was well. She did so because assent was more eligi⯑ble than refusal.

She would, no doubt, prefer marriage. She would deem it more conducive to happiness. This was an error. This was an opinion, his rea⯑sons for which he was at liberty to state to her; at least it was justifiable in refusing to subject himself to loathsome and impracticable obliga⯑tions. Certain inconveniences attended women [142] who set aside, on these occasions, the sanction of law, but these were imaginary. They owed their force to the errors of the sufferer. To an⯑nihilate them, it was only necessary to reason justly, but allowing these inconveniences their full weight and an indistructable existance, it was but a choice of evils. Were they worse in this lady's apprehension, than an eternal and hope⯑less separation? Perhaps they were. If so, she would make her election accordingly. He did nothing but lay the conditions before her. If his scheme should obtain the concurrence of her un⯑biassed judgment he should rejoice. If not, her conduct should be uninfluenced by him. What⯑ever way she should decide, he would assist her in adhering to her decision, but would, mean⯑while, furnish her with the materials of a right decision.

This determination was singular. Many will regard it as incredible. No man, it will be thought can put this deception on himself, and imagine that there was genuine beneficence in a scheme like this. Would the lady more consult her hap⯑piness by adopting than by rejecting it? There can be but one answer. It cannot be supposed that Ormond, in stating this proposal, acted with all the impartiality that he pretended; that he did not employ falacious exaggerations and ambiguous expedients; that he did not seize every opportu⯑nity of triumphing over her weakness, and build⯑ing his success rather on the illusions of her heart than the convictions of her understanding. His conclusions were specious but delusive, and were not uninfluenced by improper byasses; but of this he himself was scarcely conscious, and it must be, at least, admitted that he acted with scrupu⯑lous sincerity.

[143]An uncommon degree of skill was required to introduce this topic so as to avoid the imputation of an insult. This scheme was little in unison with all her preconceived notions. No doubt, the irksomeness of her present situation, the al⯑lurements of luxury and ease, which Ormond had to bestow, and the revival of her ancient inde⯑pendance and security, had some share in dictat⯑ing her assent.

Her concurrence was by no means cordial and unhesitating. Remorse and the sense of dishonor pursued her to her retreat, though chosen with a view of shunning their intrusions, and it was only when the reasonings and blandishments of her lover were exhibited, that she was lulled into temporary tranquility.

She removed to Philadelphia. Here she enjoy⯑ed all the consolations of opulence. She was mis⯑tress of a small but elegant mansion. She posses⯑sed all the means of solitary amusement, and fre⯑quently enjoyed the company of Ormond. These however were insufficient to render her happy. Certain reflections might, for a time, be repres⯑sed or divested of their sting, but they insinuated themselves at every interval, and imparted to her mind, a hue of dejection from which she could not entirely relieve herself.

She endeavoured to acquire a relish for the pur⯑suits of literature, by which her lonely hours might be cheered; but of this, even in the blith⯑ [...]omeness and serenity of her former days, she was [...]ncapable. Much more so now when she was the prey of perpetual inquietude. Ormond perceiv⯑ed this change, not without uneasiness. All his efforts to reconcile her to her present situation were fruitless. They produced a momentary ef⯑fect upon her. The softness of her temper and her attachment to him, would, at his bidding, [144] restore her to vivacity and ease, but the illumi⯑nation seldom endured longer than his presence▪ and the novelty of some amusement which he had furnished her.

At his next visit, perhaps, he would find that a new task awaited him. She indulged herself it no recriminations or invectives. She could no [...] complain that her lover had deceived her. She had voluntarily and deliberately accepted the con⯑ditions prescribed. She regarded her own dis⯑position to repine as a species of injustice. She laid no claim to an increase of tenderness. She hinted not a wish for a change of situation: ye she was unhappy. Tears stole into her eyes, and her thoughts wandered into gloomy reverie, at moments when least aware of their reproach, and least willing to indulge them.

Was a change to be desired? Yes; provided that change was equally agreeable to Ormond▪ and should be seriously proposed by him, of this she had no hope. As long as his accents rung in her ears, she even doubted whether it were to be wished. At any rate, it was impossible to gain his approbation to it. Her destiny was fixed. It was better than the cessation of all intercourse, yet her heart was a stranger to all permanent tran⯑quility.

Her manners were artless and ingenuous. In company with Ormond her heart was perfectly unveiled. He was her divinity to whom every sentiment was visible, and to whom she sponta⯑neously uttered what she thought, because the employment was pleasing; because he listened with apparent satisfaction; and because, in fine, it was the same thing to speak and to think in his presence. There was no inducement to conceal from him the most evanescent and fugitive ideas.

[145]Ormond was not an inattentive or indifferent spectator of those appearances. His friend was unhappy. She shrunk aghast from her own re⯑proaches and the contumelies of the world. This morbid sensibility he had endeavoured to cure, but hitherto in vain. What was the amount of her unhappiness? Her spirits had formerly been gay, but her gaiety was capable of yielding place to soul-ravishing and solemn tenderness. Her se⯑dateness was, at those times, the offspring not of reflection but of passion. There still remain⯑ed much of her former self. He was seldom per⯑mitted to witness more than the traces of sorrow. In answer to his enquiries, she, for the most part, described sensations that were gone, and which she flattered himself and him would never return; but this hope was always doomed to dis⯑appointment. Solitude infalibly conjured up the ghost which had been laid, and it was plain that argument was no adequate remedy for this dis⯑ease.

How far would time alleviate its evils? When the novelty of her condition should disappear, would she not regard it with other eyes? By being familiar with contempt, it will lose its [...]ting; but is that to be wished? Must not the character be thoroughly depraved, before the [...]corn of our neighbours shall become indifferent? [...]ndifference, flowing from a sense of justice, and a persuasion that our treatment is unmerited, is characteristic of the noblest minds, but indiffer⯑ence to obloquy because we are habituated to it, [...]s a token of peculiar baseness. This therefore was a remedy to be ardently deprecated.

He had egregiously over-rated the influence [...]f truth and his own influence. He had hoped [...]hat his victory was permanent. In order to the [...]ccess of truth, he was apt to imagine, that no⯑thing [146] was needful but opportunities for a compleat exhibition of it. They that enquire and reason with sufficient deliberateness and caution, must inevitably accomplish their end. These maxim [...] were confuted in the present case. He had formed no advantageous conceptions of Helena's capacity. His aversion to matrimony arose from those conceptions, but experience had shewn him that his conclusions, unfavorable as they were, had fallen short of the truth. Convictions, which he had conceived her mind to be sufficiently strong to receive and retain, were proved to have made no other, than a momentary impression. Hence his objections to ally himself to a mind inferior to his own were strengthened rather than diminish⯑ed. But he could not endure the thought of be⯑ing instrumental to her misery.

Marriage was an efficacious remedy, but he could not as yet bring himself to regard the apti⯑tude of this cure as a subject of doubt. The idea of separation sometimes occurred to him. He was not unapprehensive of the influence of time and absence, in curing the most vehement pas⯑sion, but to this expedient the lady could not be reconciled. He knew her too well to believe that she would willingly adopt it. But the only obstacle to this scheme did not flow from the la⯑dy's opposition. He would probably have found upon experiment as strong an aversion to adop [...] it in himself as in her.

It was easy to see the motives by which he would be likely to be swayed into a change of principles. If marriage were the only remedy, the frequent repetition of this truth must bring him insensibly to doubt the rectitude of his deter⯑minations against it. He deeply reflected on the consequences which marriage involves. He scru⯑tinized with the utmost accuracy, the character [147] of his friend, and surveyed it in all its parts. In⯑clination could not fail of having some influence on his opinions. The charms of this favorite ob⯑ject tended to impair the clearness of his view, and extenuate or conceal her defects. He enter⯑ed on the enumeration of her errors with reluc⯑tance. Her happiness had it been wholly discon⯑nected with his own, might have had less weight in the ballance, but now, every time the scales were suspended, this consideration acquired new weight.

Most men are influenced, in the formation of this contract, by regards purely physical. They are incapable of higher views. They regard with indifference every tie that binds them to their contemporaries, or to posterity. Mind has no part in the motives that guide them. They chuse a wife as they chuse any household movea⯑ble, and when the irritation of the senses has sub⯑ [...]ided, the attachment that remains is the offspring of habit.

Such were not Ormond's modes of thinking. His creed was of too extraordinary a kind not to [...]erit explication. The terms of this contract were, in his eyes, iniquitous and absurd. He [...]ould not think with patience of a promise which [...]o time could annull, which pretended to ascer⯑ [...]ain contingencies and regulate the future. To [...]rego the liberty of chusing his companion, and [...]nd himself to associate with one whom he des⯑ [...]sed, to raise to his own level one whom nature [...]nd irretreavably degraded; to avow, and per⯑ [...]st in his adherence to a falsehood, palpable and [...]athsome to his understanding; to affirm that he [...]as blind, when in full possession of his senses; [...] shut his eyes and grope in the dark, and call [...]pon the compassion of mankind on his infirmity, [...]hen his organs were, in no degree, impaired, [148] and the scene around him was luminous and beau⯑tiful, was an height of infatuation that he could never attain. And why should he be thus self-degraded? Why should he take a laborious cir⯑cuit to reach a point which, when attained, was trivial, and to which reason had pointed out a road short and direct?

A wife is generally nothing more than a house⯑hold superintendent. This function could not be more wisely vested than it was at present. Eve⯑ry thing, in his domestic system, was fashioned on strict and inflexible principles. He wanted instruments and not partakers of his authority. One whose mind was equal and not superior to the cogent apprehension and punctual perfor⯑mance of his will. One whose character was squared, with mathematical exactness, to his si⯑tuation. Helena, with all her faults, did not me⯑rit to be regarded in this light. Her introduction would destroy the harmony of his scheme, and be, with respect to herself, a genuine debasement. A genuine evil would thus be substituted for one that was purely imaginary.

Helena's intellectual deficiencies could not be concealed. She was a proficient in the elements of no science. The doctrine of lines and surfa⯑ces was as disproportionate with her intellects at with those of the mock-bird. She had not rea⯑soned on the principles of human action, nor ex⯑amined the structure of society. She was igno⯑rant of the past or present condition of mankind. History had not informed her of the one, nor the narratives of voyagers, nor the deductions of geo⯑graphy of the other. The heights of eloquence and poetry were shut out from her view. She could not commune in their native dialect, with the sages of Rome and Athens. To her those pe⯑rennial fountains of wisdom and refinement were [149] sealed. The constitution of nature, the attri⯑butes of its author, the arrangement of the parts of the external universe, and the substance, modes of operation, and ultimate destiny of hu⯑man intelligence, were enigmas unsolved and in⯑soluble by her.

But this was not all. The superstructure could for the present be spared. Nay it was desirable that the province of rearing it, should be reserv⯑ed for him. All he wanted was a suitable foun⯑dation; but this Helena did not possess. He had not hitherto been able to create in her the incli⯑nation or the power. She had listened to his pre⯑cepts with docility. She had diligently conned the lessons which he had prescribed, but the im⯑pressions were as fleeting as if they had been made on water. Nature seemed to have set im⯑passable limits to her attainments.

This indeed was an unwelcome belief. He struggled to invalidate it. He reflected on the immaturity of her age. What but crude and hasty views was it reasonable to expect at so early a period. If her mind had not been awak⯑ [...]ned, it had proceeded, perhaps, from the in⯑ [...]udiciousness of his plans, or merely from their [...] of having been persisted in. What was want⯑ [...]ng but the ornaments of mind to render this be⯑ [...]ng all that poets have feigned of angelic nature. When he indulged himself in imaging the union [...] capacious understanding with her personal [...]veliness, his conceptions swelled to a pitch of [...]nthusiasm, and it seemed as if no labour was too [...]eat to be employed in the production of such a [...]eature. And yet, in the midst of his glowings, [...] would sink into sudden dejection at the recol⯑ [...]ction of that which passion had, for a time, ex⯑ [...]nded. To make her wise it would be requisite [150] to change her sex. He had forgotten that his pupil was a female, and her capacity therefore li⯑mited by nature. This mortifying thought was outbalanced by another. Her attainments, in⯑deed, were suitable to the imbecility of her sex; but did she not surpass, in those attainments, the ordinary rate of women? They must not be con⯑demned, because they are outshone by qualities that are necessarily male births.

Her accomplishments formed a much more at⯑tractive theme. He overlooked no article in the catalogue. He was confounded at one time, and encouraged at another, on remarking the contra⯑dictions that seemed to be included in her cha⯑racter. It was difficult to conceive the impossi⯑bility of passing that barrier which yet she was able to touch. She was no poet. She listened to the rehearsal, without emotion, or was moved, not by the substance of the passage, by the daz⯑zling image or the magic sympathy, but by some⯑thing adscititious: yet usher her upon the stage, and no poet would wish for a more powerful organ of his conceptions. In assuming this office, she ap⯑peared to have drank in the very soul of the dra⯑matist. What was wanting in judgment, was supplied by memory, in the tenaciousness of which, she has seldom been rivalled.

Her sentiments were trite and undigested, bu [...] were decorated with all the fluences and mel [...]dies of elocution. Her musical instructor ha [...] been a Sicilian, who had formed her style after the Italian model. This man had likewise taught her his own language. He had supplied he [...] chiefly with Sicilian compositions, both in poetry and melody, and was content to be unclassical, for the sake of the feminine and voluptuous grace of his native dialect.

[151]Ormond was an accurate judge of the profici⯑ency of Hellen, and of the felicity with which these accomplishments were suited to her cha⯑racter. When his pupil personated the victims of anger and grief, and poured forth the fiery in⯑dignation of Calista, or the maternal despair of Constance, or the self-contentions of Ipsipile, he could not deny the homage which her talents might claim.

Her Sicilian tutor had found her no less tract⯑able as a votary of painting. She needed only the education of Angelica, to exercise as potent and prolific a pencil. This was incompatible with her condition, which limited her attainments to the elements of this art. It was otherwise with music. Here there was no obstacle to skill, and here the assiduities of many years, in addition to a prompt and ardent genius, set her beyond the hopes of rivalship.

Ormond had often amused his fancy with cal⯑ling up images of excellence in this apt. He saw no bounds to the influence of habit, in augment⯑ing the speed and multiplying the divisions of muscular motion. The fingers, by their form and size, were qualified to outrun and elude the most vigilant eye. The sensibility of keys and wires had limits, but these limits depended on the struc⯑ture of the instrument, and the perfection of its structure was proportioned to the skill of the ar⯑tist. On well constructed keys and strings, was it possible to carry diversities of movement and pressure too far. How far they could be carried was mere theme of conjecture, until it was his fate to listen to the magical performances of Hel⯑len, whose votant finger seemed to be self-impel⯑led. Her touches were creative of a thousand forms of Piano, and of numberless transitions from [152] grave to quick, perceptible only to ears like her own.

In the selection and arrangement of notes, there are no limits to luxuriance and celerity. Hellen had long relinquished the drudgery of imitation. She never played but when there were motives to fervour, and when she was likely to ascend without impediment, and to maintain for a suit⯑able period her elevation, to the element of new ideas. The lyrics of Milton and of Metastasio, she sung with accompaniments that never tired, because they were never repeated. Her harp and clavichord supplied her with endless combi⯑nations, and these in the opinion of Ormond were not inferior to the happiest exertions of Handel and Arne.

Chess was his favorite amusement. This was the only game which he allowed himself to play. He had studied it with so much zeal and success, that there were few with whom he deigned to contend. He was prone to consider it as a sort of criterion of human capacity. He who had ac⯑quired skill in this science, could not be infirm in mind; and yet he found in Hellen, a competi⯑tor not unworthy of all his energies. Many hours were consumed in this employment, and here the lady was sedate, considerate, extensive in foresight, and fertile in expedients.

Her deportment was graceful, inasmuch as it flowed from a consciousness of her defects. She was devoid of arrogance and vanity, neither ima⯑gining himself better than she was, and setting light by those qualifications which she unquestion⯑ably possessed. Such was the mixed character of this woman.

Ormond was occupied with schemes of a rug⯑ged and arduous nature. His intimate associates and the partakers of his confidence, were embru⯑ed [153] with the same zeal, and ardent in the same pursuits. Helena could lay no claim to be exalt⯑ed to this rank. That one destitute of this claim should enjoy the privileges of his wife, was still a supposition truly monstrous: Yet the image of Helena, fondly loving him, and a model as he conceived of tenderness and constancy, devoured by secret remorse, and pursued by the scorn of mankind; a mark for slander to shoot at, and an outcast of society, did not visit his meditations in vain. The rigour of his principles began now to relent.

He considered that various occupations are in⯑cident to every man. He cannot be invariably employed in the promotion of one purpose. He must occasionally unbend, if he desires that the springs of his mind should retain their due vigour. Suppose his life were divided between business and amusement. This was a necessary distribu⯑tion, and sufficiently congenial with his temper. It became him to select with skill his sources of amusement. It is true that Helena was unable to participate in his graver occupations; What then? In whom were blended so many pleasur⯑able attributes? In her were assembled an exqui⯑site and delicious variety. As it was, he was daily in her company. He should scarcely be more so, if marriage should take place. In that case, no change in their mode of life would be necessary. There was no need of dwelling under the same roof. His revenue was equal to the sup⯑port of many household establishments. His per⯑sonal independence would remain equally invio⯑late. No time, he thought, would diminish his influence over the mind of Helena, and it was not to be forgotten that the transition would to her be happy. It would reinstate her in the esteem of the world, and dispel those phantoms of re⯑morse [154] and shame by which she was at presen [...] persecuted.

These were plausible considerations. They tended at least to shake his resolutions. Time would probably have compleated the conquest o [...] his pride, had not a new incident set the question in a new light.

CHAPTER XIV.

THE narrative of Melbourne made a deeper impression on the mind of his guest than was a [...] first apparent. This man's conduct was directed by the present impulse, and however elaborate [...] his abstract notions, he seldom stopped to settle the agreement between his principles and actions. The use of money was a science like every other branch of benevolence, not reducible to any fix⯑ed principles. No man, in the disbursement of money, could say whether he was conferring a benefit or injury. The visible and immediate ef⯑fects might be good, but evil was its ultimate and general tendency. To be governed by a view to the present rather than the future, was a human infirmity from which he did not pretend to be exempt. This, though an insufficient apology for the conduct of a rational being, was suitable to his indolence, and he was content in all cases to employ it. It was thus that he reconciled him⯑self to beneficent acts, and humorously held him⯑self up as an object of censure, on occasions when most entitled to applause.

He easily procured information as to the cha⯑racter and situation of the Dudleys. Neigh⯑bours [155] are always inquisitive, and happily, in this case, were enabled to make no unfavorable re⯑port. He resolved, without hesitation, to sup⯑ply their wants. This he performed in a manner truly characteristic. There was a method of gaining access to families, and marking them in their unguarded attitudes more easy and effec⯑tual than any other: It required least prepara⯑tion and cost least pains: The disguise, also, was of the most impenetrable kind. He had served a sort of occasional apprenticeship to the art, and executed its functions with perfect ease. It was the most entire and grotesque metamorphosis im⯑aginable. It was stepping from the highest to the lowest rank in society, and shifting himself into a form, as remote from his own, as those re⯑corded by Ovid. In a word, it was sometimes his practice to exchange his complexion and habili⯑ments for those of a negro and a chimney-sweep, and to call at certain doors for employment. This he generally secured by importunities, and the cheapness of his services.

When the loftiness of his port, and the punc⯑tiliousness of his nicety were considered, we should never have believed, what yet could be truly asserted, that he had frequently swept his own chimneys, without the knowledge of his own servants.^* It was likewise true, though equally incredible, that he had played at romps with his scullion, and listened with patience to a thousand slanders on his own character.

In this disguise he visited the house of Mr. Dudley. It was nine o'clock in the morning. He remarked, with critical eyes, the minutest circumstance in the appearance and demeanour of his customers, and glanced curiously at the [156] house and furniture. Every thing was new and every thing pleased. The walls, though broken into roughness, by carelessness or time, was adorned with glistening white. The floor, though loose and uneven, and with gaping seams, had received all the improvements which cloth and brush could give. The pine tables, rush chairs, and uncurtained bed, had been purchased at half price, at vendue, and exhibited various tokens of decay, but care and neatness and order were dis⯑played in their condition and arrangement.

The lower apartment was the eating and sit⯑ting room. It was likewise Mr. Dudley's bed chamber. The upper room was occupied by Constance and her Lucy. Ormond viewed every thing with the accuracy of an artist, and carried away with him a catalogue of every thing visible. The faded form of Mr. Dudley that still retained its dignity, the sedateness, graceful condescension and personal elegance of Constan⯑tia, were new to the apprehension of Ormond. The contrast between the house and its inhabi⯑tants, rendered the appearance more striking. When he had finished his task, he retired, but re⯑turning in a quarter of an hour, he presented a letter to the young lady. He behaved as if by no means desirous of eluding her interrogatories, and when she desired him to stay, readily com⯑plied. The letter, unsigned and unsuperscribed, was to this effect.

"The writer of this is acquainted with the transaction between Thomas Craig and Mr. Dud⯑ley. The former is debtor to Mr. Dudley in a large sum. I have undertaken to pay as much of this debt, and at such times as suits my conveni⯑ence. I have had pecuniary engagements with Craig. I hold myself, in the sum inclosed, dis⯑charging so much of his debt. The future pay⯑ments [157] are uncertain, but I hope they will contri⯑bute to relieve the necessities of Mr. Dudley."

Ormond had calculated the amount of what would be necessary for the annual subsistence of this family, on the present frugal plan. He had regulated his disbursements accordingly.

It was natural to feel curiosity as to the writer of this epistle. The bearer displayed a prompt and talkative disposition. He had a staring eye and a grin of vivacity forever at command. When questioned by Constantia, he answered that the gentleman had forbidden him to mention his name or the place where he lived. Had he ever met with the same person before? O yes. He had lived with him from a child. His mother lived with him still and his brothers. His master had nothing for him to do at home, so he sent him out sweeping chimneys, taking from him only half the money that he earned, that way. He was a very good master.

Then the gentleman had been a long time in the city?

O yes. All his life he reckoned. He used to [...]ive in Walnut-Street, but now he's moved down [...]own. Here he checked himself, and added, but [...] forgets. I must not tell where he lives. He [...]old me I must'nt.

He has a family and children, I suppose?

O yes. Why don't you know Miss Hetty and Miss Betsy — there again. I was going to tell [...]e name, that he said I must not tell.

Constantia saw that the secret might be easily [...]iscovered, but she forbore. She disdained to [...]ake advantage of this messenger's imagined sim⯑ [...]icity. She dismissed him with some small ad⯑ [...]ition to his demand, and with a promise always [...] employ him in this way.

[158]By this mode, Ormond had effectually concealed himself. The lady's conjectures, founded on this delusive information, necessarily wandered widely from the truth. The observations that he had made during this visit afforded his mind con⯑siderable employment. The manner in which this lady had sustained so cruel a reverse of for⯑tune, the cheerfulness with which she appeared to forego all the gratifications of affluence; the skill with which she selected her path of humble industry, and the steadiness with which she pur⯑sued it, were proofs of a moral constitution, from which he supposed the female sex to be debarred. The comparison was obvious between Constantia and Hellen, and the result was by no means ad⯑vantageous to the latter. Was it possible that such an one descended to the level of her father's apprentice? That she sacrificed her honor to a wretch like that? This reflection tended to re⯑press the inclination he would otherwise have felt for cultivating her society, but it did not in⯑dispose him to benefit her in a certain way.

On his next visit to his "bella Siciliana," as he called her, he questioned, her as to the need i [...] which she might stand of the services of a seam-stress, and being informed that they were some [...]times wanted, he recommended Miss Acworth [...] her patronage. He said that he had heard he [...] spoken of in favorable terms, by the gossips [...] Melbourne's. They represented her as a go [...] girl, slenderly provided for, and he wished tha [...] Hellen would prefer her to all others.

His recommendation was sufficient. Th [...] wishes of Ormond, as soon as they became know [...] became hers. Her temper made her always dil [...]gent in search of novelty. It was easy to ma [...] work for the needle. In short she resolved [...] send for her the next day. The interview a [...] ⯑cordingly [159] took place on the ensuing morning, not without mutual surprise, and, on the part of the fair Sicilian, not without considerable embarrass⯑ment.

This circumstance arose from their having changed their respective names, though from mo⯑tives of a very different kind. They were not strangers to each other, though no intimacy had ever subsisted between them. Each was merely acquainted with the name, person, and general character of the other. No circumstance in Con⯑stantia's situation tended to embarrass her. Her mind had attained a state of serene composure, incapable of being ruffled by an incident of this kind. She merely derived pleasure from the sight of her old acquaintance. The aspect of things around her was splendid and gay. She seemed the mistress of the mansion, and her name was changed. Hence it was unavoidable to con⯑clude that she was married.

Helena was conscious that appearances were calculated to suggest this conclusion. The idea was a painful one. She sorrowed to think that this conclusion was fallacious. The consciousness that her true condition was unknown to her visi⯑ [...]ant, and the ignominiousness of that truth, gave [...]n air of constraint to her behaviour, which Con⯑ [...]tance ascribed to a principle of delicacy.

In the midst of reflections relative to herself, [...]he admitted some share of surprise at the disco⯑very of Constance, in a situation so inferior to that [...] which she had formerly known her. She had heard, in general terms, of the misfortunes of Mr. Dudley, but was unacquainted with particulars; [...]ut this surprize, and the difficulty of adapting [...]er behaviour to circumstances, was only in part [...]he source of her embarrassment, though by her [...]ompanion it was wholly attributed to this cause. [160] Constance thought it her duty to remove it by open and unaffected manners. She therefore said, in a sedate and cheerful tone, You see me, Madam, in a situation somewhat unlike that in which I formerly was placed. You will probably regard the change as an unhappy one, but I as⯑sure you, I have found it far less so than I ex⯑pected. I am thus reduced not by my own fault. It is this reflection that enables me to conform to it without a murmur. I shall rejoice to know that Mrs. Eden is as happy as I am.

Helena was pleased with this address, and re⯑turned an answer full of sweetness. She had not, in her compassion for the fallen, a particle of pride. She thought of nothing but the con⯑trast between the former situation of her visitant and the present. The fame of her great qualities had formerly excited veneration, and that reve⯑rence was by no means diminished by a nearer scrutiny. The consciousness of her own frailty, meanwhile, diffused over the behaviour of Hellen, a timidity and dubiousness uncommonly fascinat⯑ing. She solicited Constantia's friendship in a manner that shewed she was afraid of nothing but denial. An assent was eagerly given, and thenceforth a cordial intercourse was established between them.

The real situation of Helena was easily disco⯑vered. The officious person who communicated this information, at the same time cautioned Constance against associating with one of tainted reputation. This information threw some light upon appearances. It accounted for that melan⯑choly which Hellen was unable to conceal. It explained that solitude in which she lived, and which Constantia had ascribed to the death or absence of her husband. It justified the solici⯑tous silence she had hitherto maintained respect⯑ing [161] her own affairs, and which her friend's good sense forbad her to employ any sinister means of eluding.

No long time was necessary to make her mis⯑tress of Helena's character. She loved her with uncommon warmth, though by no means blind to her defects. She formed no expectations, from the knowledge of her character, to which this in⯑telligence operated as a disappointment. It mere⯑ly excited her pity, and made her thoughtful how she might assist her in repairing this deplorable error.

This design was of no ordinary magnitude. She saw that it was previously necessary to obtain the confidence of Helena. This was a task of ea⯑sy performance. She knew the purity of her own motives and the extent of her powers, and em⯑barked in this undertaking with full confidence of success. She had only to profit by a private interview, to acquaint her friend with what she knew, to solicit a compleat and satisfactory dis⯑closure, to explain the impressions which her in⯑telligence produced, and to offer her disinterest⯑ed advice. No one knew better how to couch her ideas in words, suitable to the end proposed by her in imparting them.

Hellen was at first terrified, but the benevo⯑ [...]ence of her friend quickly entitled her to confi⯑dence and gratitude that knew no limits. She [...]ad been deterred from unveiling her heart by [...]he fear of exciting contempt or abhorrence: But when she found that all due allowances were made, that her conduct was treated as erroneous [...] no atrocious or inexpiable degree, and as far [...]om being insusceptible of remedy; that the oblo⯑ [...]uy with which she had been treated, found no indicator or participator in her friend, her heart [162] was considerably relieved. She had been long stranger to the sympathy and intercourse of he [...] own sex. Now, this good, in its most preciou [...] form, was conferred upon her, and she experi⯑enced an increase, rather than diminution of ten⯑derness, in consequence of her true situation be⯑ing known.

She made no secret of any part of her history▪ She did full justice to the integrity of her love [...] and explained the unforced conditions on whic [...] she had consented to live with him. This rela⯑tion exhibited the character of Ormond in a ver [...] uncommon light. His asperities wounded, an [...] his sternness chilled. What unauthorised con⯑ceptions of matrimonial and political equality di [...] he entertain! He had fashioned his treatment [...] Helena on sullen and ferocious principles. Ye [...] he was able, it seemed, to mould her, by mean [...] of them, nearly into the creature that he wished▪ She knew too little of the man justly to estimat [...] his character. It remained to be ascertaine [...] whether his purposes were consistent and up⯑right, or were those of a villain and betrayer.

Meanwhile what was to be done by Hellena Marriage had been refused on plausible preten⯑ces. Her unenlightened understanding made he [...] no match for her lover. She would never main⯑tain her claim to nuptial privileges in his presence or if she did, she would never convince him o [...] their validity.

Were they indeed valid? Was not the despa⯑rity between them incurable? A marriage o [...] minds so dissimilar could only be productive o [...] misery immediately to him, and by a reflex ope⯑ration, to herself. She could not be happy in a union that was the source of regret to her hus⯑band. Marriage therefore was not possible, o [...] [163] if possible, was not, perhaps, to be wished. But what was the choice that remained?

To continue in her present situation was not to be endured. Disgrace was a daemon that would blast every hope of happiness. She was exclud⯑ed from all society but that of the depraved. Her situation was eminently critical. It depended, perhaps, on the resolution she should now form whether she should be enrolled among the worst of mankind. Infamy is the worst of evils. It cre⯑ates innumerable obstructions in the path of vir⯑tue. It manacles the hand, and entangles the feet that are active only to good. To the weak it is an evil of much greater magnitude. It de⯑termines their destiny, and they hasten to merit that reproach, which, at first it may be, they did not deserve.

This connection is intrinsically flagitious. Hel⯑len is subjected by it to the worst ills that are in⯑cident to humanity, the general contempt of man⯑kind, and the reproaches of her own conscience. From these, there is but one method from which she can hope to be relieved. The intercourse must cease.

It was easier to see the propriety of separation, than to project means for accomplishing it. It was true that Helena loved; but what quarter was due to this passion when divorced from inte⯑grity? Is it not in every bosom a perishable sen⯑timent? Whatever be her warmth, absence will congeal it. Place her in new scenes, and supply her with new associates. Her accomplishments will not fail to attract votaries. From these she may select a conjugal companion suitable to her mediocrity of talents.

But alas! What power on earth can prevail on her to renounce Ormond? Others may justly en⯑tertain this prospect, but it must be invisible to [164] her. Besides, is it absolutely certain that either her peace of mind or her reputation will be re⯑stored by this means? In the opinion of the world her offences cannot, by any perseverance in pe⯑nitence, be expiated. She will never believe that separation will exterminate her passion. Certain it is, that it will avail nothing to the re⯑establishment of her fame: But if it were condu⯑cive to these ends, how chimerical to suppose that she will ever voluntarily adopt it? If Or⯑mond refuse his concurrence, there is absolutely an end to hope. And what power on earth is able to sway his determinations? At least what influence was it possible for her to obtain over them?

Should they separate, whither should she re⯑tire? What mode of subsistence should she adopt? She has never been accustomed to think beyond the day. She has eaten and drank, but another has provided the means. She scarcely compre⯑hends the principle that governs the world, and in consequence of which, nothing can be gained but by giving something in exchange for it. She is ignorant and helpless as a child, on every topic that relates to the procuring of subsistence. Her education has disabled her from standing alone.

But this was not all. She must not only be sup⯑plied by others, but sustained in the enjoyment of a luxurious existence. Would you bereave her of the gratifications of opulence? You had better take away her life. Nay, it would ulti⯑mately amount to this. She can live but in one way.

At present she is lovely, and, to a certain de⯑gree, innocent, but expose her to the urgencies and temptations of want, let personal pollution be the price set upon the voluptuous affluences of her present condition, and it is to be feared there [165] is nothing in the contexture of her mind to hinder her from making the purchase. In every respect therefore the prospect was an hopeless one. So hopeless that her mind insensibly returned to the question which she had at first dismissed with ve⯑ry slight examination, the question relative to the advantages and probabilities of marriage. A more accurate review convinced her that this was the most eligible alternative. It was, likewise, most easily effected. The lady, of course, would be its fervent advocate. There did not want rea⯑sons why Ormond should finally embrace it. In what manner appeals to his reason or his passion might most effectually be made, she knew not.

Hellen was illy qualified to be her own advo⯑cate. Her unhappiness could not but be visible to Ormond. He had shewn himself attentive and affectionate. Was it impossible that, in time, he should reason himself into a spontaneous adoption of this scheme? This, indeed, was a slender foun⯑dation for hope, but there was no other on which she could build.

Such were the meditations of Constantia on this topic. She was deeply solicitous for the hap⯑piness of her friend. They spent much of their time together. The consolations of her society were earnestly sought by Helena, but to enjoy them, she was for the most part obliged to visit the former at her own dwelling. For this arrange⯑ment, Constance apologized by saying, You will pardon my requesting you to favor me with your visits, rather than allowing you mine. Every thing is airy and brilliant within these walls. There is, besides, an air of seclusion and security about you that is delightful. In comparison, my dwelling is bleak, comfortless, and unretired, but my father is entitled to all my care. His infirmi⯑ty [166] prevents him from amusing himself, and his heart is cheered by the mere sound of my voice, though not addressed to him. The mere belief of my presence seems to operate as an antidote to the dreariness of solitude; and now you know my motives, I am sure you will not only forgive but approve of my request.

CHAPTER XV.

WHEN once the subject had been introduc⯑ed, Helena was prone to descant upon her own situation, and listened with deference to the re⯑marks and admonitions of her companion. Con⯑stantia did not conceal from her any of her senti⯑ments. She enabled her to view her own condi⯑tion in its true light, and set before her the indis⯑pensible advantages of marriage, while she, at the same time, afforded her the best directions as to the conduct she ought to pursue in order to ef⯑fect her purpose.

The mind of Helena was thus kept in a state of perpetual and uneasy fluctuation. While absent from Ormond, or listening to her friend's remon⯑strances, the deplorableness of her condition, arose in its most disastrous hues, before her imagina⯑tion. But the spectre seldom failed to vanish at the approach of Ormond. His voice dissipated every inquietude.

She was not insensible of this inconstancy. She perceived and lamented her own weakness. She was destitute of all confidence in her own exertions. She could not be in the perpetual en⯑joyment [167] of his company. Her intervals of tran⯑quility therefore were short, while those of anx⯑iety and dejection were insupportably tedious. She revered, but, believed herself incapable to emulate the magnanimity of her monitor. The consciousness of inferiority, especially in a case like this, in which her happiness so much depend⯑ed on her own exertions, excited in her the most humiliating sensations.

While indulging in fruitless melancholy, the thought one day occurred to her, why may not Constantia be prevailed upon to plead my cause? Her capacity and courage are equal to any under⯑taking. The reasonings that are so powerful in my eyes, would they be trivial and futile in those of Ormond? I cannot have a more pathetic and disinterested advocate.

This idea was cherished with uncommon ar⯑dour. She seized the first opportunity that of⯑fered itself to impart it to her friend. It was a wild and singular proposal and was rejected at the first glance. This scheme, so romantic and impracticable as it at first seemed, appeared to Hellen in the most plausible colours. She could not bear to relinquish her new born hopes. She saw no valid objection to it. Every thing was easy to her friend, provided her sense of duty and her zeal could be awakened. The subject was frequently suggested to Constantia's reflections. Perceiving the sanguineness of her friend's con⯑fidence, and fully impressed with the value of the end to be accomplished, she insensibly veered to the same opinion. At least, the scheme was worthy of a candid discussion before it was re⯑jected.

Ormond was a stranger to her. His manners were repulsive and austere. She was a mere girl. Her personal attachment to Helena was [168] all that she could plead in excuse for taking part in her concerns. The subject was delicate. A blunt and irregular character like Ormond's, might throw an air of ridicule over the scene. She shrunk from the encounter of a boisterous and manlike spirit.

But were not these scruples effeminate and pu⯑erile? Had she studied so long in the school of adversity, without conviction of the duty of a virtuous independence? Was she not a rational being, fully imbued with the justice of her cause? Was it not ignoble to refuse the province of a vindicator of the injured, before any tribu⯑nal, however tremendous or unjust? And who was Ormond, that his eye should inspire terror?

The father or brother of Helena might assume the office without indecorum. Nay, a mother or sister might not be debarred from it. Why then should she who was actuated by equal zeal, and was engaged, by ties stronger than consanguini⯑ty, in the promotion of her friend's happiness. It is true she did not view the subject in the light in which it was commonly viewed by brothers and parents. It was not a gust of rage that should transport her into his presence. She did not go to awaken his slumbering conscience, and abash him in the pride of guilty triumph, but to rectify deliberate errors and change his course by the change of his principles. It was her business to point out to him the road of duty and happiness, from which he had strayed with no sinister inten⯑tions. This was to be done without raving and fury, but with amicable soberness, and in the way of calm and rational remonstrance. Yet there were scruples that would not be shut out, and continually whispered her, What an office is this for a girl and a stranger to assume?

[169]In what manner should it be performed? Should an interview be sought, and her ideas be explained without confusion or faultering, undis⯑mayed by ludicrous airs or insolent frowns? But this was a point to be examined. Was Ormond capable of such behaviour? If he were, it would be useless to attempt the reformation of his er⯑rors. Such a man is incurable and obdurate. Such a man is not to be sought as the husband of Helena; but this surely is a different being.

The medium through which she had viewed his character was an ample one, but might not be very accurate. The treatment which Helena had received from him, exclusive of his funda⯑mental error, betokened a mind to which she did not disdain to be allied. In spite of his defects she saw that their elements were more congenial, and the points of contract, between this person and herself, more numerous, than between her and Helena, whose voluptuous sweetness of tem⯑per and mediocrity of understanding, excited in her bosom no genuine sympathy.

Every thing is progressive in the human mind. When there is leisure to reflect, ideas will suc⯑ceed each other in a long train, before the ulti⯑mate point be gained. The attention must shift from one side to the other of a given question many times before it settles. Constantia did not form her resolutions in haste, but when once formed, they were exempt from fluctuation. She reflected before she acted, and therefore acted with consistency and vigour. She did not ap⯑prise her friend of her intention. She was wil⯑ling that she should benefit by her interposition, before she knew it was employed.

She sent her Lucy with a note to Ormond's house. It was couched in these terms:

[170]"Constance Dudley requests an interview with Mr. Ormond. Her business being of some mo⯑ment, she wishes him to name an hour when most disengaged."

An answer was immediately returned, that at three o'clock, in the afternoon, he should be glad to see her.

This message produced no small surprise in Or⯑mond. He had not withdrawn his notice from Constance, and had marked, with curiosity and approbation, the progress of the connexion be⯑tween the two women. The impressions which he had received from the report of Hellen, were not dissimilar to those which Constance had im⯑bibed, from the same quarter, respecting him⯑self; but he gathered from them no suspicion of the purpose of a visit. He recollected his con⯑nection with Craig. This lady had had an op⯑portunity of knowing that some connection sub⯑sisted between them. He concluded, that some information or enquiry respecting Craig, might occasion this event. As it was, it gave him con⯑siderable satisfaction. It would enable him more closely to examine one, with respect to whom he entertained great curiosity.

Ormond's conjecture was partly right. Con⯑stantia did not forget her having traced Craig to this habitation. She designed to profit by the occasion, which this circumstance afforded her, of making some enquiry respecting Craig, in order to introduce, by suitable degrees, a more impor⯑tant subject.

The appointed hour having arrived, he receiv⯑ed her in his drawing-room. He knew what was due to his guest. He loved to mortify, by his negligence, the pride of his equals and superi⯑ors, but a lower class had nothing to fear from his insolence. Constantia took the seat that was [171] offered to her, without speaking. She had made suitable preparations for this interview, and her composure was invincible. The manners of her host were by no means calculated to disconcert her. His air was conciliating and attentive.

She began with naming Craig, as one known to Ormond, and desired to be informed of his place of abode. She was proceeding to apolo⯑gize for this request, by explaining in general terms, that her father's infirmities prevented him from acting for himself, that Craig was his debt⯑or to a large amount, that he stood in need of all that justly belonged to him, and was in pursuit of some means for tracing Craig to his retreat. Ormond interrupted her, examining, at the same time, with a vigilance, somewhat too unsparing, the effects which his words should produce up⯑on her.

You may spare yourself the trouble of explain⯑ing. I am acquainted with the whole affair be⯑tween Craig and your family. He has concealed from me nothing. I know all that has passed be⯑tween you.

In saying this, Ormond intended that his looks and emphasis should convey his full meaning. In the style of her comments he saw none of those corroborating symptoms that he expected.

Indeed! He has been very liberal of his confi⯑dence. Confession is a token of penitence, but, alas! I fear he has deceived you. To be sincere was doubtless his true interest, but he is too much in the habit of judging superficially. If he has told you all, there is, indeed, no need of expla⯑nation. This visit is, in that case, sufficiently accounted for. Is it in your power, Sir, to in⯑form us whither he has gone?

For what end should I tell you? I promise you you will not follow him. Take my word for it, [172] he is totally unworthy of you. Let the past be no precedent for the future. If you have not made that discovery yourself, I have made it for you. I expect, at least, to be thanked for my trouble.

This speech was unintelligible to Constance. Her looks betokened a perplexity unmingled with fear or shame.

It is my way, continued he, to say what I think. I care little for consequences. I have said that I know all. This will excuse me for being perfectly explicit. That I am mistaken is very possible; but I am inclined to place that matter beyond the reach of a doubt. Listen to me, and confirm me in the opinion I have already formed of your good sense, by viewing, in a just light, the unreserv⯑edness with which you are treated. I have some⯑thing to tell, which, if you are wise, you will not be offended at my telling so roundly. On the contrary you will thank me, and perceive that my conduct is a proof of my respect for you. The person whom you met here is named Craig, but, as he tells me, is not the man you look for. This man's brother, the partner of your father, and, as he assured me, your own accepted and illicitly gratified lover, is dead.

These words were uttered without any exte⯑nuating hesitation or depression of tone. On the contrary, the most offensive terms were drawn out in the most deliberate and emphatic manner. Constantia's cheeks glowed and her eyes spark⯑led with indignation, but she forbore to interrupt. The looks with which she listened to the remain⯑der of the speech, shewed that she fully compre⯑hended the scene, and enabled him to compre⯑hend it. He proceeded.

This man is a brother of that. Their resem⯑blance in figure occasioned your mistake. Your [173] father's debtor died, it seems, on his arrival at Jamaica. There he met with this brother, and bequeathed to him his property and papers. Some of these papers are in my possession. They are letters from Constantia Dudley, and are parts of an intrigue which, considering the cha⯑racter of the man, was not much to her honor. Such was this man's narrative told to me some time bfore your meeting with him at this house. I have a right to judge in this affair, that is, I have a right to my opinion. If I mistake, and I half suspect myself, you are able, perhaps, to rectify my error, and in a case like this, doubt⯑less you will not want the inclination.

Perhaps if the countenance of this man had not been characterized by the keenest intelligence, and a sort of careless and overflowing good will, this speech might have produced different effects. She was prepared, though imperfectly, for en⯑tering into his character. He waited for an an⯑swer, which she gave without emotion.

You are deceived. I am sorry for your own sake, that you are. He must had some end in view, in imposing these falsehoods upon you, which, perhaps, they have enabled him to accom⯑plish. As to myself, this man can do me no inju⯑ry. I willingly make you my judge. The let⯑ters you speak of will alone suffice to my vindica⯑tion. They never were received from me, and are forgeries. That man always persisted till he made himself the dupe of his own artifices. That incident in his plot, on the introduction of which he probably the most applauded himself, will most powerfully operate to defeat it.

Those letters never were received from me, and are forgeries. His skill in imitation extend⯑ed no farther in the present case, than my hand⯑writing. [174] My modes of thinking and expression were beyond the reach of his mimicry.

When she had finished, Ormond spent a mo⯑ment in ruminating. I perceive you are right, said he. I suppose he has purloined from me two hundred guineas, which I entrusted to his fidelity. And yet I received a letter:—but that may like⯑wise be a forgery. By my soul, continued he, in a tone that had more of satisfaction than disap⯑pointment in it, this fellow was an adept at his trade. I do not repine. I have bought the ex⯑hibition at a cheap rate. The pains that he took did not merit a less recompense. I am glad that he was contented with so little. Had he persist⯑ed he might have raised the price far above its value. 'Twill be lamentable if he receive more than he stipulated for; if, in his last purchase, the gallows should be thrown into the bargain. May he have the wisdom to see that an halter, though not included in his terms, is only a new instance of his good fortune: But his cunning will hardly carry him thus far. His stupidity will, no doubt, prefer a lingering to a sudden exit.

But this man and his destiny are trifles. Let us leave them to themselves. Your name is Con⯑stance. 'Twas given you I suppose that you might be known by it. Pr'ythee, Constance, was this the only purpose that brought you hi⯑ther? If it were, it has received as ample a dis⯑cussion as it merits. You came for this end, but will remain, I hope, for a better one. Having dismissed Craig and his plots, let us now talk of each other.

I confess, said the lady, with an hesitation she could not subdue, this was not my only purpose. One much more important has produced this visit.

Indeed! pray let me know it. I am glad that so trivial an object as Craig, did not occupy the [175] first place in your thoughts. Proceed I beseech you.

It is a subject on which I cannot enter without hesitation. An hesitation unworthy of me.—

Stop, cried Ormond, rising and touching the bell, nothing like time to make a conquest of em⯑barrassment. We will defer this conference six minutes, just while we eat our dinner.

At the same moment a servant entered, with two plates and the usual apparatus for dinner. On seeing this she rose in some hurry, to depart. I thought, Sir, you were disengaged. I will call at some other hour.

He seized her hand, and held her from going, but with an air by no means disrespectful. Nay, said he, what is it that scares you away? Are you terrified at the mention of victuals? You must have fasted long when it comes to that. I told you true. I am disengaged, but not from the obligation of eating and drinking. No doubt you have dined. No reason why I should go without my dinner. If you do hot chuse to partake with me, so much the better. Your temperance ought to dispense with two meals in an hour. Be a looker-on, or, if that will not do, retire into my library, where, in six minutes, I will be with you; and lend you my aid in the arduous task of telling me what you came with an intention of telling.

This singular address disconcerted and abash⯑ed her. She was contented to follow the servant silently into an adjoining apartment. Here she reflected with no small surprize on the behaviour of this man. Though ruffled, she was not hear⯑tily displeased with it. She had scarcely time to recollect herself, when he entered. He immedi⯑ately seated her, and himself opposite to her. He fixed his eyes without scruple on her face. His gaze was steadfast, but not insolent or oppres⯑sive. [176] He surveyed her with the looks with which he would have eyed a charming portrait. His at⯑tention was occupied with what he saw, as that of an Artist is occupied when viewing a Madonna of Rafaello. At length he broke silence.

At dinner I was busy in thinking what it was you had to disclose. I will not fatigue you with my guesses. They would be impertinent, as long as the truth is going to be disclosed—He paused, and then continued: But I see you cannot dis⯑pense with my aid. Perhaps your business re⯑lates to Hellen. She has done wrong, and you wish me to rebuke the girl.

Constantia profited by this opening, and said, Yes, she has done wrong. It is true, my busi⯑ness relates to her. I came hither as a suppliant in her behalf. Will you not assist her in reco⯑vering the path from which she has deviated? She left it from confiding more in the judgment of her guide than her own. There is one method of repairing the evil. It lies with you to repair that evil.

During this address, the gaiety of Ormond dis⯑appeared. He fixed his eyes on Constance with new and even pathetic earnestness. I guessed as much, said he. I have often been deceived in my judgment of characters. Perhaps I do not com⯑prehend your's: Yet it is not little that I have heard respecting you. Something I have seen. I begin to suspect a material error in my theory of human nature. Happy will it be for Hellen if my suspicions be groundless.

You are Hellen's friend. Be mine also, and advise me. Shall I marry this girl or not? You know on what terms we live. Are they suitable to our respective characters? Shall I wed this girl, or shall things remain as they are?

[177]I have an irreconcilable aversion to a sad brow and a sick bed. Hellen is grieved, because her neighbours sneer and point at her. So far she is a fool, but that is a folly of which she never will be cured. Marriage, it seems, will set all right. Answer me, Constance, shall I marry?

There was something in the tone, but more in the tenor of this address that startled her. There was nothing in this man but what came upon her unaware. This sudden effusion of confidence, was particularly unexpected and embarrassing. She scarcely knew whether to regard it as serious or a jest. On observing her indisposed to speak, he continued:

Away with these impertinent circuities and scruples. I know your meaning. Why should I pretend ignorance, and put you to the trouble of explanation? You came hither with no other view than to exact this question, and furnish an answer. Why should not we come at once to the point? I have for some time been dubious on this head. There is something wanting to determine the ba⯑lance. If you have that something, throw it into the proper scale.

You err if you think this manner of addressing you is wild or improper. This girl is the subject of discourse. If she was not to be so, why did you favor me with this visit? You have sought me, and introduced yourself. I have, in like manner, overlooked ordinary forms: A negligence that has been systematic with me; but, in the present case, particularly justifiable by your example. Shame upon you, presumptuous girl, to suppose yourself the only rational being among mankind. And yet, if you thought so, why did you thus unce⯑remoniously intrude upon my retirements? This act is of a piece with the rest. It shews you to be one whose existence I did not believe possible.

[178]Take care. You know not what you have done. You came hither as Hellen's friend. Perhaps time may shew that in this visit, you have per⯑formed the behest of her bitterest enemy. But that is out of season. This girl is our mutual pro⯑perty. You are her friend; I am her lover. Her happiness is precious in my eyes and in your's. To the rest of mankind she is a noisome weed, that cannot be shunned too cautiously, nor tramp⯑led on too much. If we forsake her, infamy that is now kept at bay, will seize upon her, and while it mangles her form, will tear from her her inno⯑cence. She has no arms with which to contend against that foe. Marriage will place her at once in security. Shall it be? You have an ex⯑act knowledge of her strength and her weakness. Of me, you know little. Perhaps, before that question can be satisfactorily answered, it is re⯑quisite to know the qualities of her husband. Be my character henceforth the subject of your stu⯑dy. I will furnish you with all the light in my power. Be not hasty in deciding, but when your decision is formed, let me know it.—He waited for an answer, which she, at length, summoned resolution enough to give.

You have come to the chief point which I had in view in making this visit. To say truth, I came hither to remonstrate with you on with⯑holding that which Helena may justly claim from you. Her happiness will be unquestionably re⯑stored, and increased by it. Your's will not be impaired. Matrimony will not produce any es⯑sential change in your situation. It will produce no greater or different intercouse than now exists. Helena is on the brink of a gulf which I shudder to look upon. I believe that you will not injure yourself by snatching her from it. I am sure that you will confer an inexpressible benefit upon her. [179] Let me then persuade you to do her and yourself Justice.

No persuasion, said Ormond, after recovering from a fit of thoughtfulness, is needful for this end; I only want to be convinced. You have decided, but I fear hastily. By what inscrutable influences are our steps guided. Come, proceed in your exhortations. Argue with the utmost clearness and cogency. Arm yourself with all the irresistibles of eloquence. Yet you are build⯑ing nothing. You are only demolishing. Your argument is one thing. It's tendency is another; and is the reverse of all you expect and desire. My assent will be refused with an obstinacy pro⯑portioned to the force that you exert to obtain it, and to the just application of that force.

I see, replied the lady, smiling and leaving her seat, you can talk in riddles, as well as other peo⯑ple. This visit has been too long. I shall, indeed, be sorry, if my interference, instead of serving my friend, has injured her. I have acted an un⯑common, and, as it may seem, an ambiguous part. I shall be contented with construing my motives in my own way. I wish you a good evening.

'Tis false, cried he, sternly, you do not wish it.

How? Exclaimed the astonished Constance.

I will put your sincerity to the test. Allow me to spend this evening in your company: Then it will be well spent, and I shall believe your wishes sincere: Else, continued he, changing his affect⯑ed austerity into a smile, Constance is a liar.

You are a singular man. I hardly know how to understand you.

Well. Words are made to carry meanings. You shall have them in abundance. Your house is your citadel. I will not enter it without leave. [180] Permit me to visit you when I please. But that is too much. It is more than I would allow you. When will you permit me to visit you?

I cannot answer when I do not understand. You cloathe your thoughts in a garb so uncouth, that I know not in what light they are to be viewed.

Well, now, I thought you understood my lan⯑guage, and were an English-woman, but I will use another. Shall I have the honor (bowing with a courtly air of supplication) of occasionally paying my respects to you at your own dwelling. It would be cruel to condemn those who have the happiness of knowing Miss Dudley, to fashionable restraints. At what hour will she be least in⯑commoded by a visitant?

I am as little pleased with formalities, replied the lady, as you are. My friends I cannot see too often. They need to consult merely their own convenience. Those who are not my friends I cannot see too seldom. You have only to establish your title to that name, and your wel⯑come at all times, is sure. Till then you must not look for it.

CHAPTER XVI.

HERE ended this conference. She had, by no means, suspected the manner in which it would be conducted. All punctilios were tramp⯑led under foot, by the impetuosity of Ormond. Things were, at once, and without delay, plac⯑ed upon a certain footing. The point, which or⯑dinary [181] persons would have employed months in attaining, was reached in a moment. While these incidents were fresh in her memory, they were accompanied with a sort of trepidation, the offspring at once of pleasure and surprise.

Ormond had not deceived her expectations, but hearsay and personal examination, however uniform their testimony may be, produce a very different impression. In her present reflections, Hellen and her lover approached to the front of the stage, and were viewed with equal perspi⯑cuity. One consequence of this was, that their characters were more powerfully contrasted with with each other, and the eligibility of marriage, appeared not quite so incontestible as before.

Was not equality implied in this compact? Marriage is an insrument of pleasure or pain in proportion as this equality is more or less. What, but the fascination of his senses is it, that ties Ormond to Hellen. Is this a basis on which mar⯑riage may properly be built?

If things had not gone thus far, the impropri⯑ety of marriage could not be doubted; but, at pre⯑sent, there is a choice of evils, and that may now be desirable, which at a former period, and in different circumstances, would have been clearly otherwise.

The evils of the present connection are known; those of marriage are future and contingent; Hellen cannot be the object of a genuine and lasting passion; another may; this is not merely possible; nothing is more likely to happen: This event, therefore, ought to be included in our cal⯑culation. There would be a material deficiency without it. What was the amount of the misery that would, in this case, ensue.

Constantia was qualified, beyond most others, to form an adequate conception of this misery. [182] One of the ingredients in her character was a mild and steadfast enthusiasm. Her sensibilities to social pleasure, and her conceptions of the be⯑nefits to flow from the conformity and concur⯑rence of intentions and wishes, heightening and refining the sensual passion, were exquisite.

There, indeed, were evils, the foresight of which tended to prevent them, but was there wisdom in creating obstacles in the way of a sui⯑table alliance. Before we act, we must consider not only the misery produced, but the happiness precluded by our measures.

In no case, perhaps, is the decision of an human being impartial, or totally uninfluenced by sinis⯑ter and selfiish motives. If Constantia surpassed others, it was not, because, her motives were pure, but, because, they possessed more of pu⯑rty than those of others. Sinister considera⯑tions flow in upon us through imperceptible chan⯑nels, and modify our thoughts in numberless ways, without our being truly conscious of their pre⯑sence. Constance was young, and her heart was open at a thousand pores, to the love of excel⯑lence. The image of Ormond occupied the chief place in her fancy, and was endowed with at⯑tractive and venerable qualities. A bias was hence created that swayed her thoughts, though she knew not that they were swayed. To this might justly be imputed, some part of that reluc⯑tance which she now felt to give Ormond to Hel⯑len. But this was not sufficient to turn the scale. That which had previously mounted, was in⯑deed heavier than before, but this addition did not enable it to outweigh its opposite. Marriage was still the best upon the whole, but her heart was tortured to think that, best as it was, it abounded with so many evils.

[183]On the evening of the next day, Ormond enter⯑ed with careless abruptness, Constantia's sitting apartment. He was introduced to her father. A general and unrestrained conversation immedi⯑ately took place. Ormond addressed Mr. Dud⯑ley with the familiarity of an old acquaintance. In three minutes, all embarrassment was discard⯑ed. The lady, and her visitant were accurate ob⯑servers of each other. In the remarks of the lat⯑ter, and his vein was an abundant one, there was a freedom and originality altogether new to his hearers. In his easiest and sprightliest sallies were tokens of a mind habituated to profound and extensive views. His associations were formed on a comprehensive scale.

He pretended to nothing, and studied the con⯑cealments of ambiguity more in reality than in appearance. Constantia, however, discovered a sufficient resemblance between their theories of virtue and duty. The difference between them lay in the inferences arbitrarily deduced, and in which two persons may vary without end, and yet never be repugnant. Constantia delighted her companion by the facility with which she en⯑tered into his meaning, the sagacity she displayed in drawing out his hints, circumscribing his con⯑jectures, and thwarting or qualifying his maxims. The scene was generally replete with ardour and contention, and yet the impression left on the mind of Ormond was full of harmony. Her dis⯑course tended to rouse him from his lethargy, to furnish him with powerful excitements, and the time spent in her company, seemed like a doub⯑ling of existence.

The comparison could not but suggest itself, between this scene and that exhibited by Hellen. With the latter voluptuous blandishments, musi⯑cal prattle, and silent but expressive homage, com⯑posed [184] a banquet delicious for a while, but whose sweetness now began to pall upon his taste. It supplied him with no new ideas, and hindered him, by the lulling sensations it inspired, from profiting by his former acquisitions. Helena was beautiful. Apply the scale, and not a member was found inelegantly disposed, or negligently moulded. Not a curve that was blemished by an angle or ruffled by asperities. The irradiations of her eyes were able to dissolve the knottiest fi⯑bres, and their azure was serene beyond any that nature had elsewhere exhibited. Over the rest of her form the glistening and rosy hues were dif⯑fused with prodigal luxuriance, and mingled in endless and wanton variety. Yet this image had fewer attractions even to the senses than that of Constance. So great is the difference between forms animated by different degrees of intelli⯑gence.

The interviews of Ormond and Constance grew more frequent. The progress which they made in the knowledge of each other was rapid. Two po⯑sitions, that were favorite ones with him, were quickly subverted. He was suddenly changed, from being one of the calumniators of the female sex, to one of its warmest eulogists. This was a point on which Constantia had ever been a vigorous disputant, but her arguments, in their direct ten⯑dency, would never have made a convert of this man. Their force, intrinsically considered, was nothing. He drew his conclusions from inciden⯑tal circumstances. Her reasonings might be falla⯑cious or valid, but they were so composed, ar⯑ranged and delivered, were drawn from such sources, and accompanied with such illustrations, as plainly testified a manlike energy in the rea⯑soner. In this indirect and circuitous way, her point was unanswerably established.

[185]Your reasoning is bad, he would say; Every one of your conclusions is false. Not a single al⯑legation but may be easily confuted, and yet I al⯑low that your position is uncontrovertibly proved by them. How bewildered is that man who ne⯑ver thinks for himself! Who rejects a principle merely because the arguments brought in support of it are insufficient. I must not reject the truth, because another has unjustifiably adopted it. I want to reach a certain hill-top. Another has reached it before me, but the ladder he used is too weak to bear me. What then? Am I to stay below on that account? No: I have only to construct one suitable to the purpose, and of strength sufficient.

A second maxim had never been confuted till now. It inculcated the insignificance and hol⯑lowness of love. No pleasure he thought was to be despised for its own sake. Every thing was good in its place, but amorous gratifications were to be degraded to the bottom of the catalogue. The enjoyments of music and landscape, were of a much higher order. Epicurism itself was en⯑titled to more respect. Love, in itself, was in his opinion, of little worth, and only of impor⯑tance as the source of the most terrible of intel⯑lectual maladies. Sexual sensations associating themselves, in a certain way, with our ideas, be⯑get a disease, which has, indeed, found no place in the catalogue, but is a case of more entire sub⯑version and confusion of mind than any other. The victim is callous to the sentiments of honor and shame, insensible to the most palpable dis⯑tinctions of right and wrong, a systematic oppo⯑nent of testimony, and obstinate perverter of truth.

Ormond was partly right. Madness like death can be averted by no foresight or previous contri⯑vance. [186] This probably is one of its characteris⯑ticks. He that witnesses its influence on ano⯑ther, with most horror, and most fervently depre⯑cates its ravages, is not therefore more safe. This circumstance was realized in the history of Ormond.

This infatuation, if it may so be called, was gradual in its progress. The sensations which Hellen was now able to excite, were of a new kind. Her power was not merely weakened, but her endeavours counteracted their own end. Her fondness was rejected with disdain, or borne with reluctance. The lady was not slow in perceiving this change. The stroke of death would have been more acceptable. His own reflections were too tormenting, to make him willing to discuss them in words. He was not aware of the effects produced by this change in his demeanour, till informed of it by herself.

One evening he displayed symptoms of uncom⯑mon dissatisfaction. Her tenderness was unable to dispel it. He complained of want of sleep. This afforded an hint, which she drew forth into one of her enchanting ditties. Habit had almost conferred upon her the power of spontaneous po⯑esy, and while she pressed his forehead to her bo⯑som, she warbled forth a strain airy and exube⯑rant in numbers, tender and exstatic in its ima⯑gery.

Here her voice sunk, and the line terminated in a sigh. Her museful ardours were chilled by the looks of Ormond. Absorbed in his own thoughts, he appeared scarcely to attend to this strain. His sternness was proof against her ac⯑customed fascinations. At length she patheti⯑cally complained of his coldness, and insinuated her suspicions, that his affection was transferred to another object. He started from her embrace, and after two or three turns across the room, he stood before her. His large eyes were steadfast⯑ly fixed upon her face.

Aye, said he, thou hast guessed right. The love, poor as it was, that I had for thee, is gone. Henceforth thou art desolate indeed. Would to God thou wert wise. Thy woes are but begin⯑ning; I fear they will terminate fatally; If so, the catastrophe cannot come too quickly.

I disdain to appeal to thy justice, Hellen, to remind thee of conditions solemnly and explicitly assumed. Shall thy blood be upon thy own head? [188] No. I will bear it myself. Though the load would crash a mountain, I will bear it.

I cannot help it; I make not myself; I am moulded by circumstances: Whether I shall love thee or not, is no longer in my own choice. Mar⯑riage is, indeed, still in my power. I may give thee my name, and share with thee my fortune. Will these content thee? Thou canst not par⯑take of my love. Thou canst have no part in my tenderness. These are reserved for another more worthy than thou.

But no. Thy state is, to the last degree, for⯑lorn: Even marriage is denied thee. Thou wast contented to take me without it; to dispense with the name of wife, but the being who has displaced thy image in my heart, is of a different class. She will be to me a wife, or nothing, and I must be her husband, or perish.

Do not deceive thyself, Hellen. I know what it is in which thou hast placed thy felicity. Life is worth retaining by thee, but on one condition. know the incurableness of thy infirmity; but be not deceived. Thy happiness is ravished from thee. The condition on which thou con⯑sentedst to live, is annulled. I love thee no lon⯑ger.

No truth was ever more delicious; none was ever more detestable. I fight against conviction, and I cling to it. That I love thee no longer, is at once a subject of joy and of mourning. I strug⯑gle to believe thee superior to this shock: That thou wilt be happy though deserted by me. What⯑ever be thy destiny, my reason will not allow me to be miserable on that account: Yet I would give the world; I would forfeit every claim but that which I hope upon the heart of Constance, to be sure that thy tranquillity will survive this stroke.

[189]But let come what will, look no longer to me for offices of love. Henceforth, all intercourse of tenderness ceases. Perhaps all personal inter⯑course whatever. But though this good be refus⯑ed, thou art sure of independence. I will guard thy ease and thy honor with a father's scrupulous⯑ness. Would to heaven a sister could be creat⯑ed by adoption. I am willing, for thy sake, to be an imposter. I will own thee to the world for my sister, and carry thee whither the cheat shall never be detected. I would devote my whole life to prevarication and falsehood, for thy sake, if that would suffice to make thee happy.

To this speech Helena had nothing to answer. Her sobs and tears choaked all utterance. She hid her face with her handkerchief, and sat pow⯑erless and overwhelmed with despair. Ormond traversed the room uneasily. Sometimes moving to and fro with quick steps, sometimes standing and eyeing her with looks of compassion. At length he spoke:

It is time to leave you. This is the first night that you will spend in dreary solitude. I know it will be sleepless and full of agony; but the sen⯑tence cannot be recalled. Henceforth regard me as a brother. I will prove myself one. All other claims are swallowed up in a superior affection.— In saying this, he left the house, and almost with⯑out intending it, found himself in a few minutes at Mr. Dudley's door.

CHAPTER XVII.

THE politeness of Melbourne had somewhat abated Mr. Dudley's aversion to society. He al⯑lowed himself sometimes to comply with urgent invitations. On this evening he happened to be at the house of that gentleman. Ormond entered, and found Constantia alone. An interview of this kind was seldom enjoyed, though earnestly wished for by Constantia, who was eager to re⯑new the subject of her first conversation with Or⯑mond. I have already explained the situation of her mind. All her wishes were concentred in the marriage of Helena. The eligibility of this scheme, in every view which she took of it, ap⯑peared in a stronger light. She was not aware that any new obstacle had arisen. She was free from the consciousness of any secret bias. Much less did her modesty suspect, that she herself would prove an insuperable impediment to this plan.

There was more than usual solemnity in Or⯑mond's demeanour. After he was seated, he continued, contrary to his custom, to be silent. These singularities were not unobserved by Con⯑stance. They did not, however, divert her from her purpose.

I am glad to see you, said she. We so seldom enjoy the advantage of a private interview. I have much to say to you. You authorize me to deliberate on your actions, and, in some mea⯑sure, to prescribe to you. This is a province which I hope to discharge with integrity and di⯑ligence. I am convinced that Hellen's happiness and your own, can be secured in one way only. [191] I will emulate your candour, and come at once to the point. Why have you delayed so long the justice that is due to this helpless and lovely girl? There are a thousand reasons why you should think of no other alternative. You have been pleased to repose some degree of confidence in my judgment. Hear my full and deliberate opi⯑nion. Make Helena your wife. This is the un⯑equivocal prescription of your duty.

This address was heard by Ormond without surprise; but his countenance betrayed the ac⯑cuteness of his feelings. The bitterness that overflowed his heart, was perceptible in his tone when he spoke.

Most egregiously are you deceived. Such is the line with which human capacity presumes to fathom futurity. With all your discernment, you do not see that marriage would effectually destroy me. You do not see that, whether beneficial, or otherwise, in its effects, marriage is impossible. You are merely prompting me to suicide; but how shall I inflict the wound? Where is the weapon? See you not that I am powerless? Leap, say you, into the flames. See you not that I am fettered? Will a mountain move at your bid⯑ding, sooner than I in the path, which you pre⯑scribe to me?

This speech was inexplicable. She pressed him to speak less enigmatically. Had he formed his resolution? If so, arguments and remonstran⯑ces were superfluous. Without noticing her in⯑terrogatories, he continued:

I am too hasty in condemning you. You judge, not against, but without knowledge. When suf⯑ficiently informed, your decision will be right: Yet how can you be ignorant? Can you, for a moment, contemplate yourself and me, and not perceive an insuperable bar to this union?

[192]You place me, said Constantia, in a very disa⯑greeable predicament. I have not deserved this treatment from you. This is an unjustifiable de⯑viation from plain dealing. Of what impediment do you speak. I can safely say that I know of none.

Well, resumed he, with augmented eager⯑ness, I must supply you with knowledge. I re⯑peat, that I perfectly rely on the rectitude of your judgment. Summon all your sagacity and disinterestedness, and chuse for me. You know in what light Hellen has been viewed by me. I have ceased to view her in this light. She has become an object of indifference: Nay, I am not certain that I do not hate her. Not indeed for her own sake, but because I love another. Shall I marry her whom I hate, when there exists one whom I love with unconquerable ardour?

Constantia was thunderstruck with this intelli⯑gence. She looked at him with some expression of doubt. How is this? said she: Why did you not tell me this before?

When I last talked with you on this subject, I knew it not myself. It has occurred since. I have seized the first occasion that has offered, to inform you of it. Say now, since such is my con⯑dition, ought Hellen to be my wife?

Constantia was silent. Her heart bled for what she foresaw, would be the sufferings and forlorn destiny of Hellen. She had not courage to enquire further into this new engagement.

I wait for your answer, Constance. Shall I defraud myself of all the happiness which would accrue, from a match of inclination? Shall I put fetters on my usefulness? This is the style in which you speak. Shall I preclude all the good to others, that would flow from a suitable alli⯑ance? [193] Shall I abjure the woman I love, and marry her whom I hate?

Hatred, replied the lady, is an harsh word. Hellen has not deserved that you should hate her. I own this is a perplexing circumstance. It would be wrong to determine hastily. Sup⯑pose you give yourself to Hellen, will more than yourself be injured by it? Who is this lady? Will she be rendered unhappy by a determination in favor of another? This is a point of the utmost importance.

At these words, Ormond forsook his seat, and advanced close up to Constantia. You say true. This is a point of inexpressible importance. It would be presumption in me to decide. That is the lady's own province. And now, say truly, are you willing to accept Ormond with all his faults. Who but yourself could be mistress of all the springs of my soul? I know the sternness of your probity. This discovery will only make you more strenuously the friend of Hellen. Yet why should you not shun either extreme. Lay yourself out of view. And yet, perhaps, the hap⯑piness of Constance, is not unconcerned in this question. Is there no part of me in which you discover your own likeness? Am I deceived, or is it an incontroulable destiny that unites us?

This declaration was truly unexpected by Con⯑stance. She gathered from it nothing but excite⯑ments of grief. After some pause, she said. This appeal to me has made no change in my opinion. I still think that justice requires you to become the husband of Hellen. As to me, do you think my happiness rests upon so slight a foundation? I cannot love, but when my understanding points [...]ut to me the propriety of love. Ever since I have known you, I have looked upon you as rightfully belonging to another. Love could not [194] take place in my circumstances. Yet I will not conceal from you my sentiments. I am not sure that in different circumstances, I should not have loved. I am acquainted with your worth. I do not look for a faultless man. I have met with none whose blemishes were fewer.

It matters not, however, what I should have been. I cannot interfere, in this case, with the claims of my friend. I have no passion to strug⯑gle with. I hope, in every vicissitude, to enjoy your esteem, and nothing more. There is but one way in which mine can be secured, and that is by espousing this unhappy girl.

No, exclaimed Ormond. Require not impos⯑sibilities. Hellen can never be any thing to me. I should, with unspeakably more willingness, as⯑sail my own life.

What, said the lady, will Hellen think of this sudden and dreadful change. I cannot bear to think upon the feelings that this information will excite.

She knows it already. I have this moment left her. I explained to her, in few words, my mo⯑tives, and assured her of my unalterable resolu⯑tion. I have vowed never to see her more, but as a brother, and this vow she has just heard.

Constantia could not suppress her astonishment and compassion at this intelligence. No surely, you could not be so cruel! And this was done with your usual abruptness, I suppose. Precipi⯑tate and implacable man! Cannot you foresee the effects of this madness? You have planted a dagger in her heart. You have disappointed me. I did not think you could act so inhumanly.

Nay, beloved Constance, be not so liberal of your reproaches. Would you have me deceive her? She must shortly have known it. Could the truth be told too soon?

[195]Much too soon, replied the lady, fervently. I have always condemned the maxims by which you act. Your scheme is headlong and barba⯑rous. Could you not regard, with some little compassion, that love which sacrificed for your unworthy sake, honest fame and the peace of vir⯑tue? Is she not a poor outcast, goaded by com⯑punction, and hooted at by a malignant and mis⯑judging world, and who was it that reduced her to this deplorable condition? For whose sake, did she willingly consent to brave evils, by which the stoutest heart is appalled? Did this argue no greatness of mind? Who ever surpassed her in fidelity and tenderness? But thus has she been re⯑warded. I shudder to think what may be the event. Her courage cannot possibly support her, against treatment so harsh; so perversely and wantonly cruel. Heaven grant, that you are not shortly made, bitterly to lament this rashness.

Ormond was penetrated with these reproaches. They persuaded him for a moment that his deed was wrong; that he had not unfolded his inten⯑tions to Helena, with a suitable degree of gen⯑tleness and caution. Little more was said on this occasion. Constantia exhorted him, in the most earnest and pathetic manner, to return and recant, or extenuate his former declarations. He could not be brought to promise compliance. When he parted from her, however, he was half resolved to act as she advised. Solitary reflec⯑tion made him change this resolution, and he re⯑turned to his own house.

During the night, he did little else, than ru⯑minate on the events of the preceding evening. He entertained little doubt of his ultimate suc⯑cess with Constance. She gratified him in no⯑thing, but left him every thing to hope. She had [196] hitherto, it seems, regarded him with indiffer⯑ence, but this had been sufficiently explained. That conduct would be pursued, and that pas⯑sion be entertained, which her judgment should previously approve. What then was the obsta⯑cle? It originated in the claims of Hellen, but what were these claims? It was fully ascertained that he should never be united to this girl. If so, the end contemplated by Constance, and for the sake of which only, his application was rejected, could never be obtained. Unless her rejection of him, could procure a husband for her friend, it would, on her own principles, be improper and superfluous.

What was to be done with Hellen? It was a terrible alternative to which he was reduced; to marry her or see her perish: But was this alter⯑native quite sure? Could not she, by time or by judicious treatment, be reconciled to her lot? It was to be feared that he had not made a suitable beginning: And yet, perhaps, it was most expe⯑dient, that an hasty and abrupt sentence should be succeeded by forbearance and lenity. He re⯑gretted his precipitation, and though unused to the melting mood, tears were wrung from him, by the idea of the misery which he had probably occasioned. He was determined to repair his misconduct as speedily as possible, and to pay her a conciliating visit the next morning.

He went early to her house. He was inform⯑ed by the servant that her mistress had not yet risen. Was it usual, he asked, for her to lie so late? No, he was answered; She never knew it happen before, but she supposed her mistress was not well. She was just going into her cham⯑ber to see what was the matter.

Why, said Ormond, do you suppose that she is sick?

[197]She was poorly last night. About nine o'clock she sent out for some physic to make her sleep.

To make her sleep? exclaimed Ormond, in a faultering and affrighted accent.

Yes, she said, she wanted it for that. So I went to the pothecary's. When I come back, she was very poorly indeed. I asked her if I mightn't set up with her. No she says: I do not want any body. You may go to bed as soon as you please, and tell Fabian to do the same. I shall not want you again.

What did you buy?

Some kind of water, laud'num I think they call it. She wrote it down and I carried the paper to Mr. Eckhart's, and he gave it to me in a bot⯑tle, and I gave it to my mistress.

'Tis well: Retire: I will see how she is myself.

Ormond had conceived himself fortified against every disaster. He looked for nothing but evil, and, therefore, in ordinary cases, regarded its approach without fear or surprise. Now, how⯑ever, he found that his tremors would not be stilled. His perturbations increased, with every step that brought him nearer to her chamber. He knocked, but no answer was returned. He opened, advanced to the bed side, and drew back the curtains. He shrunk from the spectacle that presented itself—Was this the Hellen, that a few hours before, was blithsome with health and radiant with beauty! Her visage was serene, but sunken and pale. Death was in eve⯑ry line of it. To his tremulous and hurried scru⯑tiny every limb was rigid and cold.

The habits of Ormond tended to obscure the appearances, if not to deaden the emotions of sorrow. He was so much accustomed to the [198] frustration of well intended efforts, and confided so much in his own integrity, that he was not easily disconcerted. He had merely to advert, on this occasion, to the tumultuous state of his feelings, in order to banish their confusion and restore himself to calm. Well, said he, as he dropped the curtain and turned towards another part of the room, this, without doubt, is a rueful spectacle: Can it be helped? Is there in man the power of recalling her? There is none such in me.

She is gone: Well then, she is gone. If she were fool enough to die, I am not fool enough to follow her. I am determined to live, and be happy notwithstanding. Why not?

Yet, this is a piteous sight. What is impossible to undo, might be easily prevented. A piteous spectacle! But what else, on an ampler scale, is the universe? Nature is a theatre of suffering. What corner is unvisited by calamity and pain? I have chosen, as became me. I would rather precede thee to the grave, than live to be thy husband.

Thou hast done my work for me. Thou hast saved thyself and me from a thousand evils. Thou hast acted as seemed to thee best, and I am satisfied.

Hast thou decided erroneously? They that know thee, need not marvel at that. Endless have been the proofs of thy frailty. In favor of this last act, something may be said: It is the last thou wilt ever commit. Others only will ex⯑perience its effects: Thou hast, at least, provid⯑ed for thy own safety.

But what is here? A letter for me? Had thy understanding been as prompt as thy fingers, I could have borne with thee. I can easily divine the contents of this epistle.

[199]He opened it, and found the tenor to be as follows:

"You did not use, my dear friend, to part with me in this manner. You never before treat⯑ed me so roughly. I am sorry, indeed I am, that I ever offended you. Could you suppose that I intended it? And if you knew that I meant not offence, why did you take offence?

I am very unhappy, for I have lost you, my friend. You will never see me more, you say. That is very hard. I have deserved it to be sure, but I do not know how it has happened. No body more desired to please than I have done. Morning, noon and night, it was my only study; but you will love me no more; you will see me no more. Forgive me, my friend, but I must say it is very hard.

You said rightly; I do not wish to live without my friend. I have spent my life happily, hereto⯑fore. 'Tis true, there have been transient unea⯑sinesses, but your love was a reward and a cure for every thing. I desired nothing better in this world. Did you ever hear me murmur? No: I was not so unjust. My lot was happy, infinitely beyond my deserving. I merited not to be loved by you. O that I had suitable words to express my gratitude, for your kindness! but this last meeting—how different from that which went before? Yet even then, there was something on your brow like discontent, which I could not warble nor whisper away, as I used to do. But, sad as this was, it was nothing like the last.

Could Ormond be so stern and so terrible? You knew that I would die, but you need not have talked as if I were in the way, and as if you had rather I should die than live. But one thing I rejoice at: I am a poor silly girl, but Constance [200] is a noble and accomplished one. Most joyfully do I resign you to her, my dear friend. You say you love her: She need not be afraid of accept⯑ing you. There will be no danger of your pre⯑ferring another to her. It was very natural and very right for you to prefer her to me. She and you will be happy in each other: It is this that sweetens the cup I am going to drink. Never did I go to sleep, with more good will, than I bow go to death. Fare you well, my dear friend."

This letter was calculated to make a deeper impression on Ormond, than even the sight of Hellen's corpse. It was in vain, for some time, that he endeavoured to reconcile himself to this event. It was seldom that he was able to forget it. He was obliged to exert all his energies, to enable him to support the remembrance. The task was, of course, rendered easier by time.

It was immediately requisite to attend to the disposal of the corpse. He felt himself unfit for this mournful office. He was willing to relieve himself from it, by any expedient. Helena's next neighbour, was an old lady, whose scruples made her shun all direct intercourse with this un⯑happy girl; yet she had performed many acts of neighbourly kindness. She readily obeyed the summons of Ormond, on this occasion, to take charge of affairs, till another should assume it. Ormond returned home, and sent the following note to Constance.

"You have predicted aright. Hellen is dead. In a mind like yours every grief will be suspend⯑ed, and every regard absorbed in the attention due to the remains of this unfortunate girl. I cannot attend to them."

[201]Constantia was extremely shocked by this in⯑telligence, but she was not unmindful of her du⯑ty. She prepared herself with mournful alacrity, for the performance of it. Every thing that the occasion demanded, was done with diligence and care. Till this was accomplished, Ormond could not prevail upon himself to appear upon the stage. He was informed of this by a note from Constance, who requested him to take possession of the un⯑occupied dwelling and its furniture.

Among the terms of his contract with Helena, Ormond had voluntarily inserted the exclusive property of an house and its furniture in this city, with funds adequate to her plentiful maintainance. These he had purchased and transferred to her. To this he had afterwards added a rural retreat, in the midst of spacious and well cultivated fields, three miles from Perth-Amboy, and seated on the right bank of the sound. It is proper to mention that this farm was formerly the property of Mr. Dudley; had been fitted up by him, and used as his summer abode during his prosperity. In the division of his property it had fallen to one of his creditors, from whom it had been purchased by Ormond. This circumstance, in conjunction with the love, which she bore to Constance, had sug⯑gested to Hellen a scheme, which her want of foresight would, in different circumstances, have occasioned her to overlook. It was that of mak⯑ing her testament, by which she bequeathed all that she possessed to her friend. This was not done without the knowledge and cheerful con⯑currence of Ormond, who, together with Mel⯑bourne and another respectable citizen, were named executors. Melbourne and his friend were induced by their respect for Constantia, to consent to this nomination.

[202]This had taken place before Ormond and Con⯑stance had been introduced to each other. Af⯑ter this event, Ormond had sometimes been em⯑ployed in contriving means for securing to his new friend and her father, a subsistence, more certain than the will of Helena could afford. Her death he considered as an event equally remote and undesirable. This event, however unexpect⯑edly, had now happened, and precluded the ne⯑cessity of further consideration on this head.

Constantia could not but accept this bequest. Had it been her wish to decline, it was not in her power, but she justly regarded the leisure and in⯑dependence thus conferred upon her, as inesti⯑mable benefits. It was a source of unbounded satisfaction on her father's account, who was once more seated in the bosom of affluence. Perhaps in a rational estimate, one of the most fortunate events that could have befallen those persons, was that period of adversity through which they had been doomed to pass. Most of the defects that adhered to the character of Mr. Dudley, had, by this means, been exterminated. He was now cured of those prejudices which had early prospe⯑rity had instilled, and which had flowed from luxurious indulgences. He had learned to esti⯑mate himself at his true value, and to sympathize with sufferings which he himself had partaken.

It was easy to perceive in what light Constan⯑tia was regarded by her father. He never reflect⯑ed on his relation to her without rapture. Her qualities were the objects of his adoration. He resigned himself with pleasure to her guidance. The chain of subordination and duties was revers⯑ed. By the asscendancy of her genius and wis⯑dom, the province of protection and the tribute of homage, had devolved upon her. This had resulted from incessant experience of the wisdom [203] of her measures, and the spectacle of her forti⯑tude and skill in every emergency.

It seemed as if but one evil adhered to the con⯑dition of this man. His blindness was an impe⯑diment to knowledge and enjoyment, of which, the utmost to be hoped was, that he should re⯑gard it without pungent regret, and that he should sometimes forget it: That his mind should occa⯑sionally stray into foreign paths, and lose itself in sprightly conversations, or benign reveries. This evil, however, was, by no means, remediless.

A surgeon of uncommon skill had lately arriv⯑ed from Europe. He was one of the numerous agents and dependants of Ormond, and had been engaged to abdicate his native country for pur⯑poses widely remote from his profession. The first use that was made of him, was to introduce him to Mr. Dudley. The diseased organs were critically examined, and the patient was, with considerable difficulty, prevailed upon to under⯑go the necessary operation. His success corres⯑ponded with Constantia's wishes, and her father was once more restored to the enioyment of light.

These were auspicious events—Constantia held herself amply repaid by them, for all that she had suffered. These sufferings had indeed been [...]ight, when compared with the effects usually experienced by others in a similar condition. Her wisdom had extracted its sting from adversi⯑ [...]y, and without allowing herself to feel much of [...]he evils of its reign, had employed it as an in⯑ [...]trument by which the sum of her present happi⯑ [...]ess was increased. Few suffered less, in the [...]idst of poverty, than she. No one ever ex⯑ [...]racted more felicity from the prosperous reverse.

CHAPTER XVIII.

WHEN time had somewhat mitigated the memory of the late disaster, the intercourse be⯑tween Ormond and Constance was renewed. The lady did not overlook her obligations to her friend: It was to him that she was indebted for her father's restoration to sight, and to whom both owed, essentially, though indirectly, their present affluence. In her mind, gratitude was no perverse or ignoble principle. She viewed this man as the authour of extensive benefits, of which her situation enabled her to judge with more accuracy than others. It created no bias on her judgment, or, at least, none of which she was sensible. Her equity was perfectly unfet⯑tered, and she decided in a way contrary to his inclination, with as little scruple as if the benefits had been received, not by herself, but by him. She, indeed, intended his benefit, though she thwarted his inclinations.

She had few visitants beside himself. Their interviews were daily and unformal. The fate of Hellen never produced any reproaches on her part. She saw the uselessness of recrimination not only because she desired to produce emotion different from those which invective is adapted to excite, but because it was more just to sooth [...] than to exasperate, the inquietudes which haunt [...]ed him.

She now enjoyed leisure. She had always bee [...] solicitous for mental improvement. Any mean subservient to this end were valuable. The con [...]versation of Ormond was an inexhaustible fund By the variety of topics and the excitements t [...] [205] reflection it supplied, a more plenteous influx of knowledge was produced, than could have flow⯑ed from any other source. There was no end to the detailing of facts, and the canvassing of the⯑ories.

I have already said, that Ormond was engaged in schemes of an arduous and elevated nature. These were the topics of epistolary discussion between him and a certain number of coadjutors, in different parts of the world. In general dis⯑course, it was proper to maintain a uniform si⯑lence respecting these, not only because they in⯑volved principles and views, remote from vulgar apprehension, but because their success, in some measure, depended on their secrecy. He could not give a stronger proof of his confidence in the sagacity and steadiness of Constance than he now gave, by imparting to her his schemes, and re⯑questing her advice and assistance in the progress of them.

His disclosures, however, were imperfect. What knowledge was imparted, instead of ap⯑peasing, only tended to inflame her curiosity. His answers to her enquiries were prompt, and at first sight, sufficiently explicit, but upon reconsi⯑deration, an obscurity seemed to gather round them, to be dispelled by new interrogatories. These, in like manner, effected a momentary purpose, but were sure speedily to lead into new conjectures, and re-immerse her in doubts. The task was always new, was always in the point of being finished, and always to be re-commenced.

Ormond aspired to nothing more ardently than to hold the reins of opinion. To exercise abso⯑lute power over the conduct of others, not by con⯑straining their limbs, or by exacting obedience to his authority, but in a way of which his subjects should be scarcely conscious. He desired that [206] his guidance should controul their steps, but that his agency, when most effectual, should be least suspected.

If he were solicitous to govern the thoughts of Constantia, or to regulate her condition, the mode which he pursued had hitherto been admi⯑rably conducive to that end. To have found her friendless and indigent, accorded, with the most fortunate exactness, with his views. That she should have descended to this depth, from a pros⯑perous height, and therefore be a stranger to the torpor which attends hereditary poverty, and be qualified rightly to estimate, and use the compe⯑tence to which, by his means, she was now re⯑stored, was all that his providence would have prescribed.

Her thoughts were equally obsequious to his direction. The novelty and grandeur of his schemes could not fail to transport a mind, ardent and capacious, as that of Constance. Here his fortune had been no less propitious. He did not fail to discover, and was not slow to seize the ad⯑vantages flowing thence. By explaining his plans, opportunity was furnished to lead and to confine her meditations to the desirable tract. By ad⯑ding fictitious embellishments, he adapted it with more exactness to his purpose. By piece-meal and imperfect disclosures, her curiosity was kept alive.

I have described Ormond as having contracted a passion for Constance. This passion certainly existed in his heart, but it must not be conceived to be immutable, or to operate independently of all those impulses and habits which time had in⯑terwoven in his character. The person and af⯑fections of this woman, were the objects sought by him, and which it was the dearest purpose of his existence to gain. This, was his supreme [207] good, though the motives to which it was in⯑debted for its pre-eminence in his imagination, were numerous and complex.

I have enumerated his opinions on the subject of wedlock. The question will obviously occur, whether Constantia was sought by him, with up⯑right or flagitious views. His sentiments and re⯑solutions, on this head, had for a time fluctuated, but were now steadfast. Marriage was, in his eyes, hateful and absurd as ever. Constance was to be obtained by any means. If other terms were rejected, he was willing, for the sake of this good, to accept her as a wife; but this was a choice to be made, only when every expedient was exhausted, for reconciling her to a compact of a different kind.

For this end, he prescribed to himself, a path suited to the character of this lady. He made no secret of his sentiments and views. He avowed his love and described, without scruple, the scope of his wishes. He challenged her to confute his principles, and promised a candid audience and profound consideration to her arguments. Her present opinions he knew to be adverse to his own, but he hoped to change them, by subtilty and perseverance. His further hopes and de⯑signs, he concealed from her. She was una⯑ware, that if he were unable to effect a change in her creed, he was determined to adopt a system of imposture. To assume the guise of a convert to her doctrines, and appear as devout as herself in his notions of the sanctity of marriage.

Perhaps it was not difficult, to have foreseen the consequence of these projects. Constantia's peril was imminent. This arose not only from the talents and address of Ormond, but from the community of sentiment, which already existed between them. She was unguarded in a point, [208] where, if not her whole, yet, doubtless, her prin⯑cipal security and strongest bulwark would have existed. She was unacquainted with religion. She was unhabituated to conform herself to any standard, but that connected with the present life. Matrimonial, as well as every other human duty, was disconnected in her mind, with any awful or divine sanction. She formed her esti⯑mate of good and evil, on nothing but terestrial and visible consequences.

This defect in her character, she owed to her father's system of education. Mr. Dudley was an adherent to what he conceived to be true reli⯑gion. No man was more passionate in his eulogy of his own form of devotion and belief, or in his invectives against Atheistical dogmas; but he re⯑flected that religion assumed many forms, one on⯑ly of which is salutary or true, and that truth in this respect, is incompatible with infantile and premature instruction.

To this subject, it was requisite to apply the force of a mature and unfettered understanding. For this end he laboured to lead away the juve⯑nile reflections of Constantia, from religious to⯑pics, to detain them in the paths of history and eloquence. To accustom her to the accuracy of geometrical deduction, and to the view of those evils, that have flowed in all ages, from mistaken piety.

In consequence of this scheme, her habits ra⯑ther than her opinions, were undevout. Reli⯑gion was regarded by her, not with disbelief, but with absolute indifference. Her good sense for⯑bad her to decide before enquiry, but her modes of study and reflection, were foreign to, and unfitted her for this species of discussion. Her mind was seldom called to meditate on this sub⯑ject, and when it occurred, her perceptions were [209] vague and obscure. No objects, in the sphere which she occupied, were calculated to suggest to her the importance of investigation and cer⯑tainty.

It becomes me to confess, however reluctant⯑ly, thus much concerning my friend. However abundantly endowed in other respects, she was a stranger to the felicity and excellence flowing from religion. In her struggles with misfortune, she was supported and cheered by the sense of no approbation, but her own. A defect of this nature, will perhaps be regarded as of less mo⯑ment, when her extreme youth is remembered. All opinions in her mind were mutable, inas⯑much as the progress of her understanding was incessant.

It was otherwise with Ormond. His disbelief was at once unchangeable and strenuous. The universe was to him, a series of events, connect⯑ed by an undesigning and inscrutable necessity, and an assemblage of forms, to which no begin⯑ing or end can be conceived. Instead of tran⯑sient views and vague ideas, his meditations, on religious points, had been intense. Enthusiasm was added to disbelief, and he not only dissented but abhorred.

He deemed it prudent, however, to disguise sentiments, which, if unfolded in their full force, would wear to her the appearance of insanity: But he saw and was eager to improve the advan⯑tage, which his anti-nuptial creed derived from the unsettled state of her opinions. He was not unaware, likewise, of the auspicious and indispen⯑sible co-operation of love. If this advocate were wanting in her bosom, all his efforts would be in vain. If this pleader were engaged in his behalf, he entertained no doubts of his ultimate success. [210] He conceived that her present situation, all whose comforts were the fruits of his beneficence, and which afforded her no other subject of con⯑templation than himself, was as favorable as pos⯑sible to the growth of this passion.

Constance was acquainted with his wishes. She could not fail to see, that she might speedily be called upon to determine a momentous ques⯑tion. Her own sensations and the character of Ormond, were, therefore, scrutinized with sus⯑picious attention. Marriage could be justified in her eyes, only by community of affections and opinions. She might love without the sanctio [...] of her judgment, but while destitute of that sanction, she would never suffer it to sway her conduct.

Ormond was imperfectly known. What knowledge she had gained, flowed chiefly from his own lips, and was therefore unattended with certainty. What portion of deceit or disguise was mixed with his conversation, could be known, only by witnessing his actions with her own eyes, and comparing his testimony with that of others. He had embraced a multitude of opi⯑nions, which appeared to her erroneous. Till these were rectified, and their conclusions were made to correspond, wedlock was improper. Some of these obscurities might be dispelled, and some of these discords be resolved into harmony by time. Meanwhile it was proper to guard the avenues to her heart, and screen herself from self-delusion.

There was no motive to conceal her reflec⯑tions, on this topic, from her father. Mr. Dud [...]ley discovered, without her assistance, the view of Ormond. His daughter's happiness wa [...] blended with his own. He lived, but in the con⯑sciousness of her tranquility. Her image was sel⯑dom [211] absent from his eyes, and never from his thoughts. The emotions which it excited, sprung but in part from the relationship of father. It was gratitude and veneration, which she claim⯑ed from him, and which filled him with rapture.

He ruminated deeply on the character of Or⯑mond. The political and anti-theological tenets of this man, were regarded, not merely with dis⯑approbation, but antipathy. He was not un⯑grateful for the benefits which had been conferred upon him. Ormond's peculiarities of sentiment, excited no impatience, as long as he was regard⯑ed merely as a visitant. It was only as one claiming to posses his daughter, that his presence excited in Mr. Dudley, trepidation and loath⯑ing.

Ormond was unacquainted with what was pas⯑sing in the mind of Mr. Dudley. The latter conceived his own benefactor and his daughter's friend, to be entitled to the most scrupulous and affable urbanity. His objections to a nearer alli⯑ance, were urged with frequent and pathetic ve⯑hemence, only in his private interviews with Constance. Ormond and he seldom met: Mr. Dudley, as soon as his sight was perfectly retriev⯑ed, betook himself with eagerness to painting, an amusemement, which his late privations had only contributed to endear to him.

Things remained nearly on their present foot⯑ing for some months. At the end of this period, some engagement obliged Ormond to leave the city. He promised to return with as much speed as circumstances would admit. Meanwhile his letters supplied her with topics of reflection. These were frequently received, and were mo⯑dels of that energy of style, which results from simplicity of structure, from picturesque epithets, and from the compression of much meaning into [212] few words. His arguments seldom imparted conviction, but delight never failed to flow from their lucid order and cogent brevity. His narra⯑tives were unequaled for rapidity and compre⯑hensiveness. Every sentence was a treasury to moralists and painters.

CHAPTER XIX.

DOMESTIC and studious occupations did not wholly engross the attention of Constance. Social pleasures were precious to her heart, and she was not backward to form fellowships and friendships, with those around her. Hitherto she had met with no one, entitled to an uncommon portion of regard, or worthy to supply the place of the friend of her infancy. Her visits were rare, and as yet, chiefly confined to the family of Mr. Melbourne. Here she was treated with flattering distinctions, and enjoyed opportunities of extending as far as she pleased, her connec⯑tions with the gay and opulent. To this she felt herself by no means inclined, and her life was still eminently distinguished by love of privacy, and habits of seclusion.

One morning, feeling an indisposition to ab⯑straction, she determined to drop in, for an hour, on Mrs. Melbourne. Finding Mrs. Melbourne's parlour unoccupied, she proceeded unceremoni⯑ously, to an apartment on the second floor, where that lady was accustomed to sit. She entered, but this room was likewise empty. Here she cast her eyes on a collection of prints, copied [213] from the Farnese collection, and employed her⯑self, for some minutes, in comparing the forms of Titiano and the Caraechi.

Suddenly, notes of peculiar sweetness, were wafted to her ear from without. She listened with surprise, for the tones of her father's lute were distinctly recognized. She hied to the win⯑dow, which chanced to look into a back court. The music was perceived to come from the win⯑dow of the next house. She recollected her in⯑terview with the purchaser of her instrument, at the musical shop, and the powerful impression which the stranger's countenance had made up⯑on her.

The first use she had made of her recent change of fortune, was to endeavour the recove⯑ry of this instrument. The musical dealer, when reminded of the purchase, and interrogated as to the practicability of regaining the lute, for which she was willing to give treble the price, answer⯑ed that he had no knowledge of the foreign lady, beyond what was gained at the interview which took place in Constantia's presence. Of her name, residence, and condition, he knew no⯑thing, and had endeavoured in vain to acquire knowledge.

Now this incident seemed to have furnished her with the information she so earnestly sought. This performer was probably the stranger her⯑self. Her residence so near the Melbournes, and in an house which was the property of the Magistrate, might be means of information as to her condition, and perhaps of introduction to a personal acquaintance.

While engaged in these reflections, Mrs. Mel⯑bourne entered the apartment. Constantia re⯑lated this incident to her friend, and stated the [214] motives of her present curiosity. Her friend wil⯑lingly imparted what knowledge she possessed relative to this subject. This was the sum.

This house had been hired, previously to the appearance of yellow fever, by an English fami⯑ly, who left their native soil, with a view to a permanent abode in the new world. They had scarcely taken possession of the dwelling, when they were terrified by the progress of the epide⯑mic. They had fled from the danger, but this circumstance, in addition to some others, induc⯑ed them to change their scheme. An evil so un⯑wonted as pestilence, impressed them with a be⯑lief of perpetual danger, as long as they remained oh this side of the ocean. They prepared for a [...] immediate return to England.

For this end their house was relinquished, and their splendid furniture destined to be sold by auction. Before this event could take place, ap⯑plication was made to Mr. Melbourne, by a lady whom his wife's description, shewed to be the same with her of whom Constantia was in search▪ She not only rented the house, but negociated by means of her landlord, the purchase or the furni⯑ture.

Her servants were blacks, and all but one, who officiated as steward, unacquainted with the English language. Some accident had proved her name to be Beauvais. She had no visitants very rarely walked abroad, and then only in the evening with a female servant in attendance▪ Her hours appeared to be divided between the lute and the pen. As to her previous history o [...] her present sources of subsistence, Mrs. Mel⯑combe's curiosity had not been idle, but no con⯑sistent information was obtainable. Some inci⯑dent had given birth to the conjecture, that she was wife, or daughter, or sister of Beauvais, the [215] partizan of Brissot, whom the faction of Marat had lately consigned to the scaffold, but this con⯑jecture was unsupported by suitable evidence.

This tale by no means diminished Constantia's desire of personal intercourse. She saw no means of effecting her purpose. Mrs. Melbourne was unqualified to introduce her, having been discou⯑raged in all the advances she had made towards a more friendly intercourse. Constance reflected, that her motives to seclusion, would probably in⯑duce this lady to treat others as her friend had been treated.

It was possible, however, to gain access to her, if not as a friend, yet as the original proprietor of the lute. She determined to employ the agency of Roseveldt, the musical-shopman, for the pur⯑pose of re-buying this instrument. To enforce her application, she commissioned this person, whose obliging temper entitled him to confidence, to state her inducements for originally offering it for sale, and her motives for desiring the repos⯑session on any terms which the lady thought pro⯑per to dictate.

Roseveldt fixed an hour in which it was con⯑venient for him to execute her commission. This hour having passed, Constance, who was anx⯑ious respecting his success, hastened to his house. Roseveldt delivered the instrument, which the lady, having listened to his pleas and offers, di⯑rected to be gratuitously restored to Constance. At first, she had expressed her resolution to part with it on no account, and at no price. Its mu⯑sic was her only recreation, and this instrument surpassed any she had ever before seen, in the costliness and delicacy of its workmanship. But Roseveldt's representations produced an instant change of resolution, and she not only eagerly [216] consented to restore it, but refused to receive any thing in payment.

Constantia was deeply affected by this unex⯑pected generosity. It was not her custom to be outstripped in this carrier. She now condemned herself for her eagerness to regain this instrument. During her father's blindness, it was a powerful, because the only solace of his melancholy. Now he had no longer the same anxieties to encounter, and books and the pencil were means of gratifica⯑tion always at hand. The lute, therefore, she imagined could be easily dispensed with by Mr. Dudley, whereas its power of consoling might be as useful to the unknown lady, as it had formerly been to her father. She readily perceived in what manner it became her to act. Roseveldt was commissioned to re-deliver the lute, and to intreat the lady's acceptance of it. The tender was received without hesitation, and Roseveldt dismissed without any enquiry relative to Con⯑stance.

These transactions were reflected on by Con⯑stance with considerable earnestness. The con⯑duct of the stranger, her affluent and lonely state, her conjectural relationship to the actors in the great theatre of Europe, were mingled together in the fancy of Constance, and embellished with the conceptions of her beauty, derived from their casual meeting at Roseveldt's. She forgot not their similitude in age and sex, and delighted to prolong the dream of future confidence and friend⯑ship to take place between them. Her heart sighed for a companion fitted to partake in all her sympathies.

This strain, by being connected with the image of a being like herself, who had grown up with her from childhood, who had been entwined with her earliest affections, but from whom she had [217] been severed from the period at which her father's misfortunes commenced, and of whose present condition she was wholly ignorant, was produc⯑tive of the deepest melancholy. It filled her with excruciating, and for a time irremediable sadness. It formed a kind of paroxysm, which like some febrile affections, approach and retire without warning, and against the most vehement strug⯑gles.

In this mood, her fancy was thronged with re⯑collections of scenes, in which her friend had sus⯑tained a part. Their last interview was com⯑monly revived in her remembrance so forcibly, as almost to produce a lunatic conception of its rea⯑lity. A ditty which they sung together on that occasion, flowed to her lips. If ever human tones were qualified to convey the whole soul, they were those of Constance when she sung;—

These fits, were accustomed to approach and to vanish by degrees. They were transitory but not infrequent, and were pregnant with such agonizing tenderness, such heart-breaking sighs, and a flow of such better yet delicious tears, that it were not easily decided whether the pleasure or the pain surmounted. When symptoms of their coming were felt, she hastened into solitude, that the progress of her feelings might endure no restraint.

On the evening of the day, on which the lute had been sent to the foreign lady, Constantia was alone in her chamber, immersed in desponding thoughts. From these she was recalled by Fa⯑bian, her black servant, who announced a guest. [218] She was loath to break off the thread of her pre⯑sent meditations, and enquired with a tone of some impatience, Who was the guest? The ser⯑vant was unable to tell; It was a young lady whom he had never before seen; She had open⯑ed for herself, and entered the parlour withou [...] previous notice.

Constance paused at this relation. Her thought had recently been fixed upon Sophia Westwyn [...] Since their parting four years before, she had heard no tidings of this woman. Her fears ima⯑gined no more probable cause of her friend's si⯑lence than her death. This, however, was un⯑certain. The question now occurred, and brough [...] with it, sensations that left her no power to move▪ Was this the guest?

Her doubts were quickly dispelled, for the stranger, taking a light from the table, and no brooking the servant's delays, followed Fabian to the chamber of his mistress. She entered with careless freedom, and presented, to the astonish⯑ed eyes of Constantia, the figure she had met a [...] Roseveldt's, and the purchaser of her lute.

The stranger advanced towards her with quick steps, and mingling tones of benignity and spright⯑liness, said:

I have come to perform a duty. I have receiv⯑ed from you to-day a lute, that I valued almost as my best friend. To find another in America▪ would not, perhaps, be possible; but, certainly▪ none equally superb and exquisite as this can be found. To shew how highly I esteem the gift, I have come in person to thank you for it.—There she stopped.

Constance could not suddenly recover from the extreme surprize into which the unexpectedness of this meeting, had thrown her. She could scarcely sufficiently suppress this confusion, to [219] enable her to reply to these rapid effusions of her visitant, who resumed, with augmented freedom:

I came, as I said, to thank you, but, to say the truth, that was not all. I came likewise to see you. Having done my errand, I suppose I must go. I would fain stay longer and talk to you a little: Will you give me lieve?

Constance, scarcely retrieving her composure, stammered out a polite assent. They seated them⯑selves, and the visitant, pressing the hand which she had taken, proceeded in a strain so smooth, so flowing, sliding from grave to gay, blending vivacity with tenderness, interpreting Constan⯑tia's silence with so keen sagacity, and account⯑ing for the singularities of her own deportment, in a way so respectful to her companion, and so worthy of a steadfast and pure mind in herself, that every embarrassment and scruple, were quickly banished from their interview.

In an hour the guest took her lieve. No pro⯑mise of repeating her visit, and no request that Constantia would repay it, was made. Their parting seemed to be the last; Whatever purpose having been contemplated, appeared to be ac⯑complished by this transient meeting. It was of a nature deeply to interest the mind of Constance. This was the lady who talked with Roseveldt, and bargained with Melbourne, and they had been induced by appearances, to suppose her ig⯑norant of any language but French; but, her discourse, on the present occasion, was in En⯑glish, and was distinguished by unrivalled fluen⯑cy. Her phrazes and habits of pronouncing, were untinctured with any foreign mixture, and bespoke the perfect knowledge of a native of America.

On the next evening, while Constantia was reviewing this transaction, calling up and weigh⯑ing [220] the sentiments which the stranger had utte [...] ⯑ed, and indulging some regret at the unlikelihoo [...] of their again meeting, Martinette (for I wi [...] henceforth call her by her true name) entere [...] the apartment as abruptly as before. She ac⯑counted for the visit, merely by the pleasure afforded her, and proceeded in a strain eve [...] more versatile and brilliant, than before. Th [...] interview ended like the first, without any to⯑kens, on the part of the guest, of resolution o [...] desire to renew it, but a third interview took place on the ensuing day.

Henceforth Martinette became a frequent bu [...] hasty visitant, and Constantia became daily mor [...] enamoured of her new acquaintance. She di [...] not overlook peculiarities in the conversation an [...] deportment of this woman. These exhibited n [...] tendencies to confidence, or traces of sympathy They merely denoted large experience, vigour⯑ous faculties and masculine attainments. Hersel was never introduced, except as an observer, bu [...] her observations, on government and manners were profound and critical.

Her education seemed not widely different, from that which Constantia had received. It was classical and mathematical, but to this was added a knowledge of political and military transactions, in Europe, during the present age, which implied the possession of better means of information, than books. She depicted scenes and characters, with the accuracy of one who had partaken and witnessed them herself.

Constantia's attention had been chiefly occupi⯑ed by personal concerns. Her youth had passed in contention with misfortune, or in the quie⯑tudes of study. She could not be unapprized of contemporary revolutions and wars, but her ideas respecting them were indefinite and vague. Her [221] views and her inferences on this head, were ge⯑neral and speculative. Her acquaintance with history was exact and circumstantial, in proportion as she retired backward from her own age. She knew more of the siege of Mutina than of that of Lisle; more of the machinations of Cataline and the tumults of Clodius, than of the prostra⯑tion of the Bastile, and the proscriptions of Marat.

She listened, therefore, with unspeakable ea⯑gerness to this reciter, who detailed to her, as the occasion suggested, the progress of action and opinion, on the theatre of France and Poland. Conceived and rehearsed as this was, with the energy and copiousness of one who sustained a part in the scene, the mind of Constantia was always kept at the pitch of curiosity and wonder.

But while this historian described the features, personal deportment, and domestic character of Antonette, Mirabeau and Robespierre, an impenetrable veil was drawn over her own con⯑dition. There was a warmth and freedom in her details which bespoke her own co-agency in these events, but was unattended by transports of in⯑dignation or sorrow, or by pauses of abstraction, such as were likely to occur in one whose hopes and fears had been intimately blended with pub⯑lic events.

Constance could not but derive humiliation from comparing her own slender acquirements with those of her companion. She was sensible that all the differences between them, arose from di⯑versities of situation. She was eager to discover in what particulars this diversity consisted. She was for a time withheld by scruples, not easily ex⯑plained, from disclosing her wishes. An accident however occurred, to remove these impediments.

[222]One evening, this unceremonious visitant dis⯑covered Constance busily surveying a chart of the Mediterranean Sea. This circumstance led the discourse to the present state of Syria and Cyprus. Martinette was copious in her details. Constance listened for a time, and when a pause ensued, questioned her companion as to the means she possessed of acquiring so much knowledge. This question was proposed with diffidence, and prefaced by apologies.

Instead of being offended by your question, re⯑plied the guest, I only wonder that it never be⯑fore occurred to you. Travellers tell us much. Volney and Mariti would have told you nearly all that I have told. With these I have convers⯑ed personally, as well as read their books, but my knowledge is, in truth, a species of patrimony. I inherit it.

Will you be good enough, said Constance, to explain yourself?

My mother was a Greek of Cyprus. My fa⯑ther was a Sclavonian of Ragusa, and I was born in a garden at Aleppo.

That was a singular concurrence.

How singular? That a nautical vagrant like my father, should sometimes anchor in the bay of Naples. That a Cyprian merchant should carry his property and daughter beyond the reach of a Turkish Sangiack, and seek an asylum so commo⯑dious as Napoli; That my father should have dealings with this merchant, see, love, and marry his daughter, and afterwards procure, from the French government, a consular commission to Aleppo; that the union should, in due time, be productive of a son and daughter, are events far from being singular. They happen daily.

And may I venture to ask if this be your his⯑tory?

[223]The history of my parents. I hope you do not consider the place of my birth as the sole or the most important circumstance of my life.

Nothing would please me more than to he ena⯑bled to compare it with other incidents. I am apt to think that your life is a tissue of surprising events. That the daughter of a Ragusan and Greek, should have seen and known so much; that she should talk English with equal fluency and more correctness than a native; that I should now be conversing with her in a corner so re⯑mote from Cyprus and Sicily, are events more wonderful than any which I have known.

Wonderful! Pish! Thy ignorance, thy mis⯑calculation of probabilities is far more so. My father talked to me in Sclavonic: My mother and her maids talked to me in Greek. My neigh⯑bours talked to me in a medley of Arabic, Syriac and Turkish. My father's secretary was a scho⯑lar. He was as well versed in Lysias and Xeno⯑phon, as any of their contemporaries. He la⯑boured for ten years to enable me to read a lan⯑guage, essentially the same with that I used dai⯑ly to my nurse and mother. Is it wonderful then that I should be skilful in Sclavonic, Greek, and the jargon of Aleppo? To have refrained from learning was impossible. Suppose a girl, prompt, diligent, inquisitive, to spend ten years of her life partly in Spain; partly in Tuscany; partly in France, and partly in England. With her versatile curiosity and flexible organs, would it be possible for her to remain ignorant of each of these languages? Latin is the mother of them all, and presents itself, of course, to her studious at⯑tention.

I cannot easily conceive motives which should lead you, before the age of twenty, through so many scenes.

[224]Can you not? You grew and flourished, like a frail Mimosa, in the spot where destiny had plant⯑ed you. Thank my stars, I am somewhat better than a vegetable. Necessity, it is true, and not choice, set me in motion, but I am not sorry for the consequences.

Is it too much, said Constance, with some he⯑sitation, to request a detail of your youthful ad⯑ventures?

Too much to give, perhaps, at a short notice. To such as you, my tale might abound with no⯑velty, while to others, more acquainted with vi⯑cissitudes, it would be tedious and flat. I must be gone in a few minutes. For that and for bet⯑ter reasons, I must not be minute. A summary, at present, will enable you to judge how far a more copious narrative is suited to instruct or to please you.

CHAPTER XX.

MY father, in proportion as he grew old and rich, became weary of Aleppo. His natal soil, had it been the haunt of Calmucks or Bedwins, his fancy would have transformed into Paradise. No wonder that the equitable aristocracy, and the peaceful husbandmen of Ragusa, should be en⯑deared to his heart by comparison with Egyptian plagues and Turkish tyranny. Besides, he lived for his children as well as himself. Their educa⯑tion and future lot required him to seek a perma⯑nent home.

[225]He embarked with his wife and offspring, at Scanderoon. No immediate conveyance to Ra⯑gusa offering, the appearance of the plague in Syria, induced him to hasten his departure. He entered a French vessel for Marseilles. After be⯑ing three days at sea, one of the crew was seized by the fatal disease, which had depopulated all the towns upon the coast. The voyage was made with more than usual dispatch, but before we reached our port, my mother and half the crew perished. My father died in the Lazzaretto, more through grief than disease.

My brother and I were children and helpless. My father's fortune was on board this vessel, and was left by his death to the mercy of the captain. This man was honest, and consigned us and our property to the merchant with whom he dealt. Happily for us, our protector was childless and of scrupulous integrity. We henceforth be⯑came his adopted children. My brother's educa⯑tion and my own, were conducted on the justest principles.

At the end of four years, our protector found it expedient to make a voyage to Cayenne. His brother was an extensive proprietor in that colo⯑ny, but his sudden death made way for the suc⯑cession of our friend. To establish his claims, his presence was necessary on the spot. He was lit⯑tle qualified for arduous enterprizes, and his age demanded repose, but his own acquisitions, hav⯑ing been small, and being desirous of leaving us in possession of competence, he cheerfully em⯑barked.

Meanwhile, my brother was placed at a cele⯑brated seminary in the Pais de Vaud, and I was sent to a sister who resided at Verona. I was at this time fourteen years old, one year younger [226] than my brother, whom, since that period, I have neither heard of nor seen.

I was now a woman, and qualified to judge and act for myself. The character of my new friend was austere and devout, and there were so many incongenial points between us, that but little tranquillity was enjoyed under her controul. The priest who discharged the office of her con⯑fessor, thought proper to entertain views with regard to me, grossly inconsistent with the sanc⯑tity of his profession. He was a man of profound dissimulation and masterly address. His efforts, however, were repelled with disdain. My secu⯑rity against his attempts lay in the uncouthness and deformity which nature had bestowed upon his person and visage, rather than in the firmness of my own principles.

The courtship of Father Bartoli, the austeri⯑ties of Madame Roselli, the disgustful or insipid occupations to which I was condemned, made me impatiently wish for a change, but my father, so I will call him, had decreed that I should re⯑main under his sister's guardianship till his return from Guiana. When this would happen was un⯑certain. Events unforeseen might protract it for years, but it could not arrive in less than a twelve-month.

I was incessantly preyed upon by discontent. My solitude was loathsome. I panted after li⯑berty and friendship, and the want of these were not recompensed by luxury and quiet, and by the instructions in useful science, which I received from Bartoli, who, though detested as an hypo⯑crite and lover, was venerable as a scholer: He would fain have been an Abelard, but it was not his fate to meet with an Heloise.

Two years passed away in this durance. My miseries were exquisite, I am almost at a loss to [227] account for the unhappiness of that time, for, look⯑ing back upon it, I perceive that an equal period could not have been spent with more benefit. For the sake of being near me, Bartoli importu⯑nately offered his instructions. He had nothing to communicate but metaphysics and geometry. These were little to my taste, but I could not keep him at distance. I had no other alternative than to endure him as a lover or a teacher. His passion for science was at least equal to that which he entertained for me, and both these pas⯑sions combined to make him a sedulous instruc⯑tor. He was a disciple of the newest doctrines respecting matter and mind. He denied the im⯑penetrability of the first, and the immateriality of the second. These he endeavoured to incul⯑cate upon me, as well as to subvert my religious tenets, because he delighted, like all men, in transfusing his opinions, and because he regard⯑ed my piety as the only obstacle to his designs. He succeeded in dissolving the spell of ignorance, but not in producing that kind of acquiescence he wished. He had, in this respect, to struggle not only with my principles, but my weaknesses. He might have overcome every obstacle, but my abhorrence of deformity and age. To cure me of this aversion, was beyond his power. My ser⯑vitude grew daily more painful. I grew tired of chasing a comet to its aphelion, and of untying the knot of an infinite series. A change in my condition became indispensable to my very exis⯑tence. Langour and sadness, and unwillingness to eat or to move, were at last my perpetual at⯑tendants.

Madame Roselli was alarmed at my condition. The sources of my inquietude were incomprehen⯑sible to her. The truth was, that I scarcely un⯑derstood them myself, and my endeavours to ex⯑plain [228] them to my friend, merely instilled into her an opinion, that I was either lunatic or deceitful. She complained and admonished, but my disincli⯑nation to my usual employments would not be con⯑quered, and my health rapidly declined. A phy⯑sician, who was called, confessed that my case was beyond his power to understand, but recom⯑mended, as a sort of desperate expedient, a change of scene. A succession and variety of objects, might possibly contribute to my cure.

At this time there arrived at Verona, Lady D'Arcy, an English-woman of fortune and rank, and a strenuous Catholic. Her husband had late⯑ly died, and in order to divert her grief, as well as to gratify her curiosity in viewing the great seat of her religion, she had come to Italy. In⯑tercourse took place between her and Madame Roselli. By this means she gained a knowledge of my person and condition, and kindly offered to take me under her protection. She meant to traverse every part of Italy, and was willing that I should accompany her in all her wanderings.

This offer was gratefully accepted, in spite of the artifices and remonstrances of Bartoli. My companion speedily contracted for me the affec⯑tion of a mother. She was without kindred of her own religion, having acquired her faith, not by inheritance, but conversion. She desired to abjure her native country, and to bind herself by every social tie, to a people who adhered to the same faith. Me, she promised to adopt as her daughter, provided her first impressions in my favor, were not belied by my future deport⯑ment.

My principles were opposite to her's, but ha⯑bit, an aversion to displease my friend, my pas⯑sion for knowledge, which my new condition en⯑abled me to gratify, all combined to make me a [229] deceiver, but my imposture was merely of a ne⯑gative kind; I deceived her rather by forbear⯑ance to contradict, and by acting as she acted, than by open assent and zealous concurrence. My new state was, on this account, not devoid of inconvenience. The general deportment and sentiments of Lady D'Arcy, testified a vigorous and pure mind. New avenues to knowledge, by converse with mankind and with books, and by the survey of new scenes, were open for my use. Gratitude and veneration attached me to my friend, and made the task of pleasing her, by a seeming conformity of sentiments, less irksome.

During this interval, no tidings were received by his sister, at Verona, respecting the fate of Sebastian Roselli. The supposition of his death, was too plausible, not to be adapted. What in⯑fluence this disaster possessed over my brother's destiny, I know not. The generosity of Lady D'Arcy, hindered me from experiencing any dis⯑advantage from this circumstance. Fortune seemed to have decreed, that I should not be re⯑duced to the condition of an orphan.

At an age and in a situation like mine, I could not remain long unacquainted with love. My abode at Rome, introduced me to the knowledge of a youth from England, who had every pro⯑perty which I regarded as worthy of esteem. He was a kinsman of Lady D'Arcy, and as such admitted at her house on the most familiar foot⯑ing. His patrimony was extremely slender, but was in his own possession. He had no intention of increasing it by any professional pursuit, but was contented with the frugal provision it af⯑forded. He proposed no other end of his exis⯑tence, than the acquisition of virtue and know⯑ledge.

[230]The property of Lady D'Arcy was subject to her own disposal, but, on the failure of a testa⯑ment, this youth was, in legal succession, the next heir. He was well acquainted with her temper and views, but in the midst of urbanity and gentleness, studied none of those conceal⯑ments of opinion, which would have secured him her favor. That he was not of her own faith, was an insuperable, but the only obstacle, to the admission of his claims.

If conformity of age and opinions, and the mu⯑tual fascination of love, be a suitable basis for marriage Wentworth and I were destined for each other. Mutual disclosure added sanctity to our affection, but the happiness of Lady D'Arcy, being made to depend upon the dissolution of our compact, the heroism of Wentworth made him hasten to dissolve it. As soon as she disco⯑vered our attachment, she displayed symptoms of the deepest anguish. In addition to religious motives, her fondness for me forbad her to exist but in my society, and in the belief of the purity of my faith. The contention, on my part, was ve⯑hement, between the regards due to her felicity and to my own. Had Wentworth left me the power to decide, my decision would doubtless have evinced the frailty of my fortitude, and the strength of my passion, but having informed me fully of the reasons of his conduct, he precipi⯑tately retired from Rome. He left me no means of tracing his footsteps and of assailing his weak⯑ness, by expostulation and intreaty.

Lady D'Arcy was no less eager to abandon a spot, where her happiness had been so iminently endangered. Our next residence was Palermo. I will not dwell upon the sensations, produced by this disappointment, in me. I review them with astonishment and self-compassion. If I thought [231] it possible for me to sink again into imbecility so ignominious, I should be disposed to kill myself.

There was no end to vows of fondness and to⯑kens of gratitude in Lady D'Arcy. Her future life should be devoted to compensate me for this sacrifice. Nothing could console her in that sin⯑gle state in which she intended to live, but the consolations of my fellowship. Her conduct co⯑incided for some time with these professions, and my anguish was allayed by the contemplation of the happiness conferred upon one whom I re⯑ [...]ered.

My friend could not be charged with dissimu⯑lation and artifice. Her character had been mis⯑taken by herself as well as by me. Devout af⯑fections seemed to have filled her heart, to the exclusion of any object besides myself. She che⯑rished with romantic tenderness, the memory of her husband, and imagined that a single state was indispensibly enjoined upon her, by religious duty. This persuasion, however, was subverted by the arts of a Spanish Cavalier, young, opu⯑lent, and romantic as herself in devotion. An event like this might, indeed, have been easi [...]y predicted, by those who reflected that the lady was still in the bloom of life, ardent in her tem⯑per and bewitching in her manners.

The fondness she had lavished upon me, was now, in some degree, transferred to a new ob⯑ject, but I still received the treatment due to a beloved daughter. She was solicitous as ever to promote my gratification, and a diminution of kindness would not have been suspected, by those who had not witnessed the excesses of her former passion. Her marriage with the Spani⯑ard removed the obstacle to union with Went⯑worth. This man, however, had set himself be⯑yond the reach of my enquiries. Had there [232] been the shadow of a clue afforded me, I should certainly hate, sought him to the ends of the world.

I continued to reside with my friend, and ac⯑companied her and her husband to Spain. An⯑tonio de Leyva was a man of probity. His mind was enlightened by knowledge and his action [...] dictated by humanity. Though but little olde [...] than myself, and young enough to be the son of his spouse, his deportment to me was a model of rectitude and delicacy. I spent a year in Spain▪ partly in the mountains of Castile and partly a [...] Segovia. New manners and a new language oc⯑cupied my attention for a time, but these, losing their novelty, lost their power to please. I be⯑took myself to books, to beguile the tediousness and diversify the tenor of my life.

This would not have long availed, but I was relieved from new repinings, by the appointment of Antonio de Leyva to a diplomatic office at Vi⯑enna. Thither we accordingly repaired. A co⯑incidence of circumstances had led me wide from the path of ambition and study, usually al⯑lotted to my sex and age. From the computa⯑tion of eclipses, I now betook myself to the study of man. My proficiency, when I allowed it to be seen, attracted great attention. Instead of adulation and gallantry, I was engaged in watch⯑ing the conduct of states, and revolving the theo⯑ries of politicians.

Superficial observers were either incredulous with regard to my character, or connected a stupid wonder with their belief. My attainments and habits, they did not see to be perfectly conso⯑nant with the principles of human nature. They unavoidably flowed from the illicit attachment of Bartoli, and the erring magnanimity of Went⯑worth. Aversion to the priest was the grand in⯑citer [233] of my former studies; the love of Went⯑worth whom I hoped once more to meet, made me labour to exclude the importunities of others, and to qualify myself for securing his affections.

Since our parting in Italy, Wentworth had tra⯑versed Syria and Egypt, and arrived some months after me at Vienna. He was on the point of leaving the city, when accident informed me of his being there. An interview was effected, and our former sentiments respecting each other, hav⯑ing undergone no change, we were united. Ma⯑dame de Leyva reluctantly concurred with our wishes, and, at parting, forced upon me a consi⯑derable sum of money.

Wentworth's was a character not frequently met with in the world. He was a political enthusi⯑ast, who esteemed nothing more graceful or glo⯑rious than to die for the liberties of mankind. He had traversed Greece with an imagination full of the exploits of ancient times, and derived from contemplating Thermopyloe and Marathon, an enthusiasm that bordered upon phrenzy.

It was now the third year of the revolutionary war in America, and previous to our meeting at Vienna, he had formed the resolution of repair⯑ing thither, and tendering his service to the Con⯑gress as a volunteer. Our marriage made no change in his plans. My soul was engrossed by two passions, a wild spirit of adventure, and a boundless devotion to him. I vowed to accom⯑pany him in every danger, to vie with him in mi⯑litary ardour; to combat and to die by his side.

I delighted to assume the male dress, to ac⯑quire skill at the sword, and dexterity in every boisterous exercise. The timidity that common⯑ly attends women, gradually vanished. I felt as if embued by a soul that was a stranger to the [234] sexual distinction. We embarked at Brest, in a frigate destined for St. Domingo. A desperate conflict with an English ship in the bay of Biscay, was my first introduction to a scene of tumult and danger, of whose true nature I had formed no previous conception. At first I was spiritless and full of dismay. Experience however gradually reconciled me to the life that I had chosen.

A fortunate shot by dismasting the enemy, al⯑lowed us to prosecute our voyage unmolested. At Cape François we found a ship which trans⯑ported us, after various perils, to Richmond in Virginia. I will not carry you through the ad⯑ventures of four years. You, sitting all your life in peaceful corners, can scarcely imagine that va⯑riety, of hardship and turmoil, which attends the female who lives in a camp.

Few would sustain these hardships with better grace than I did. I could seldom be prevailed on to remain at a distance and inactive, when my husband was in battle, and more than once res⯑cued him from death by the seasonable destruc⯑tion of his adversary.

At the repulse of the Americans at German-Town, Wentworth was wounded and taken pri⯑soner. I attained permission to attend his sick bed and supply that care, without which he would assuredly have died. Being imperfectly recover⯑ed, he was sent to England, and subjected to a rigorous imprisonment. Milder treatment might have permitted his compleat restoration to health, but, as it was, he died.

His kindred were noble, and rich and power⯑ful, but it was difficult to make them acquainted with Wentworth's situation. Their assistance when demanded was readily afforded, but it came too late to prevent his death. Me they snatched from my voluntary prison, and employed every [235] friendly art to efface from my mind the images of recent calamity.

Wentworth's singularities of conduct and opi⯑nion, had estranged him at an early age from his family. They felt little regret at his fate, but every motive concurred to secure their affection and succour to me. My character was known to many officers, returned from America, whose re⯑port, joined with the influence of my conversa⯑tion, rendered me an object to be gazed at by thousands. Strange vicissitude! Now immersed in the infection of a military hospital, the sport of a wayward fortune, struggling with cold and hun⯑ger, with negligence and contumely: A month after passing into scenes of gaiety and luxury, ex⯑hibited at operas and masquerades, made the theme of enquiry and encomium at every place of resort, and caressed by the most illustrious among the votaries of science, and the advocates of the American cause.

Here I again met Madame de Leyva. This woman was perpetually assuming new forms. She was a sincere convert to the Catholic religion, but she was open to every new impression. She was the dupe of every powerful reasoner, and as⯑sumed with equal facility the most opposite shapes. She had again reverted to the Protestant religion, and governed by an headlong zeal in whatever cause she engaged, she had sacrificed her hus⯑band and child to a new conviction.

The instrument of this change, was a man who passed, at that time, for a Frenchman. He was young, accomplished and addressful, but was not suspected of having been prompted by illicit views, or of having seduced the lady from alle⯑giance to her husband as well as to her God. De Leyva, however, who was sincere in his religion as well as his love, was hasty to avenge this in⯑jury, [236] and in a contest with the Frenchman, was killed. His wife adopted at once, her ancient religion and country, and was once more an En⯑glish-woman.

At our meeting, her affection for me seemed to be revived, and the most passionate intreaties were used to detain me in England. My previ⯑ous arrangements would not suffer it. I foresaw restraints and inconveniences from the violence and caprice of her passions, and intended hence⯑forth to keep my liberty inviolate by any species of engagement, either of friendship or marriage. My habits were French, and I proposed hence⯑forward to take up my abode at Paris. Since his voyage to Guiana, I had heard no tidings of Se⯑bastian Roselli. This man's image was cherish⯑ed with filial emotions, and I conceived that the sight of him would amply reward a longer journey than from London to Marseilles.

Beyond my hopes, I found him in his ancient abode. The voyage and a residence of three years at Cayenne, had been beneficial to his ap⯑pearance and health. He greeted me with pa⯑ternal tenderness, and admitted me to a full par⯑ticipation of his fortune, which the sale of his American property had greatly inhanced. He was a stranger to the fate of my brother. On his return home, he had gone to Swisserland with a view of ascertaining his destiny. The youth, a few months after his arrival at Lausanne, had eloped with a companion, and had hitherto elud⯑ed all Roselli's searches and enquiries. My fa⯑ther was easily prevailed upon to transfer his re⯑sidence from Provence to Paris.

Here Martinette paused, and marking the clock, It is time, resumed she, to be gone. Are you not weary of my tale? On the day I entered France, I entered the twenty-third year of my [237] age, so that my promise of detaililing my youth⯑ful adventures is fulfilled. I must away: Till we meet again, farewell.

CHAPTER XXI.

SUCH was the wild series of Martinette's ad⯑ventures. Each incident fastened on the memo⯑ry of Constance, and gave birth to numberless reflections. Her prospect of mankind seemed to be enlarged, on a sudden, to double its ancient dimensions. Ormond's narratives had carried her beyond the Missisippi, and into the deserts of Si⯑beria. He had recounted the perils of a Russian war, and painted the manners of Mongals and Naudowessies. Her new friend had led her back to the civilized world, and pourtrayed the other half of the species. Men, in their two forms, of savage and refined, had been scrutinized by these observers, and what was wanting in the delinea⯑tions of the one, was liberally supplied by the other.

Eleven years, in the life of Martinette, was unrelated. Her conversation suggested the opi⯑tion that this interval had been spent in France. It was obvious to suppose, that a woman, thus fearless and sagacious, had not been inactive at a period like the present, which called forth talents and courage, without distinction of sex, and had been particularly distinguished by female enter⯑prize and heroism. Her name easily led to the suspicion of concurrence with the subverters of [238] monarchy, and of participation in their fall. Her flight from the merciless tribunals of the faction that now reigned, would explain present appear⯑ances.

Martinette brought to their next interview, an air of uncommon exultation. On this being re⯑marked, she communicated the tidings of the fall of the sanguinary tyranny of Robespierre. Her eyes sparkled, and every feature was pregnant with delight, while she unfolded, with her accus⯑tomed energy, the particulars of this tremendous revolution. The blood, which it occasioned to flow, was mentioned without any symptoms of disgust or horror.

Constance ventured to ask, if this incident was likely to influence her own condition.

Yes. It will open the way for my return.

Then you think of returning to a scene of so much danger?

Danger, my girl? It is my element. I am an adorer of liberty, and liberty without peril can never exist.

But so much blood shed, and injustice! Does not your heart shrink from the view of a scene of massacre and tumult, such as Paris has lately ex⯑hibited and will probably continue to exhibit?

Thou talkest, Constance, in a way scarcely worthy of thy good sense. Have I not been three years in a camp? What are bleeding wounds and mangled corpses, when accustomed to the daily sight of them for years? Am I not a lover of liberty, and must I not exult in the fall of ty⯑rants, and regret only that my hand had no share in their destruction?

But a woman—how can the heart of women be inured to the shedding of blood?

Have women, I beseech thee, no capacity to reason and infer? Are they less open than men to [239] the influence of habit? My hand never faultered when liberty demanded the victim. If thou wert with me at Paris, I could shew thee a fusil of two barrels, which is precious beyond any other re⯑lique, merely because it enabled me to kill thir⯑teen officers at Jemappe. Two of these were emigrant nobles, whom I knew and loved before the revolution, but the cause they had since es⯑poused, cancelled their claims to mercy.

What, said the startled Constance, have you fought in the ranks?

Certainly. Hundreds of my sex have done the same. Some were impelled by the enthusiasm of love, and some by a mere passion for war; some by the contagion of example; and some, with whom I myself must be ranked, by a generous devotion to liberty. Brunswick and Saxe Co⯑burg, had to contend with whole regiments of women: Regiments they would have formed, if they had been collected into separate bodies.

I will tell thee a secret. Thou wouldst never I have seen Martinette de Beauvais, if Brunswick had deferred one day longer, his orders for re⯑treating into Germany.

How so?

She would have died by her own hand.

What could lead to such an outrage?

The love of liberty.

I cannot comprehend how that love should prompt you to suicide.

I will tell thee. The plan was formed and could not miscarry. A woman was to play the part of a banished Royalist, was to repair to the Prussian camp, and to gain admission to the ge⯑neral. This would have easily been granted to a female and an ex-noble. There she was to as⯑sassinate the enemy of her country, and to attest her magnanimity by slaughtering herself. I was [240] weak enough to regret the ignominous retreat of the Prussians, because it precluded the necessity of such a sacrifice.

This was related with accents and looks that sufficiently attested its truth. Constantia shud⯑dered and drew back, to contemplate more de⯑liberately the features of her guest. Hitherto she had read in them nothing that bespoke the desperate courage of a martyr, and the deep de⯑signing of an assassin. The image which her mind had reflected, from the deportment of this woman, was changed. The likeness which she had feigned to herself, was no longer seen. She felt that antipathy was preparing to displace love. These sentiments, however, she conceal⯑ed, and suffered the conversation to proceed.

Their discourse now turned upon the exploits of several women, who mingled in the tumults of the capital and and in the armies on the frontiers. Instances were mentioned of ferocity in some, and magnanimity in others, which almost surpas⯑sed belief. Constance listened greedily, though not with approbation, and acquired, at every sentence, new desire to be acquainted with the personal history of Matinette. On mentioning this wish, her friend said, that she endeavoured to amuse her exile, by composing her own memoirs, and that, on her next visit, she would bring with her the volume, which she would suffer Con⯑stance to read.

A separation of a week elapsed. She felt some impatience for the renewal of their inter⯑course, and for the perusal of the volume that had been mentioned. One evening Sarah Bax⯑ter, whom Constance had placed in her own oc⯑casional service, entered the room with marks of great joy and surprize, and informed her that she at length had discovered Miss Monrose. From [241] her abrupt and prolix account, it appeared, that Sarah had overtaken Miss Monrose in the street, and guided by her owa curiosity, as well as by the wish to gratify her mistress, she had followed the stranger. To her utter astonishment the lady had paused at Mr. Dudley's door, with a seeming resolution to enter it, but, presently, resumed her way. Instead of pursuing her steps further, Sarah had stopped to communicate this intelli⯑gence to Constance. Having delivered her news, she hastened away, but returning, in a moment, with a countenance of new surprize, she inform⯑ed her mistress, that on leaving the house she had met Miss Monrose at the door, on the point of entering. She added that the stranger had en⯑quired for Constance, and was now waiting below.

Constantia took no time to reflect upon an in⯑cident so unexpected and so strange, but pro⯑ceeded forthwith to the parlour. Martinette on⯑ly was there. It did not instantly occur to her that this lady and Mademoiselle Monrose, might possibly be the same. The enquiries she made speedily removed her doubts, and it now ap⯑peared that the woman, about whose destiny she had formed so many conjectures, and fostered so much anxiety, was no other than the daughter of Roselli.

Having readily answered her questions, Mar⯑tinette enquired in her turn, into the motives of her friend's curiosity. These were explained by a succinct account of the transactions, to which the deceased Baxter had been a witness. Con⯑stance concluded, with mentioning her own re⯑flections on the tale, and intimating her wish to he informed, how Martinette had extricated her⯑felf from a situation so calamitous.

[242]Is there any room for wonder on that head? replied the guest. It was absurd to stay longer in the house. Having finished the interment of Roselli (soldier-fashion) for he was the man who suffered his foolish regrets to destroy him, I for⯑sook the house. Roselli was by no means poor, but he could not consent to live at ease, or to live at all, while his country endured such horrible oppressions, and when so many of his friends had perished. I complied with his humour, because it could not be changed, and I revered him too much to desert him.

But whither, said Constance, could you seek shelter at a time like that? The city was deso⯑late, and a wandering female could scarcely be received under any roof. All inhabited houses were closed at that hour, and the fear of infec⯑tion would have shut them against you, if they had not been already so.

Hast thou forgotten that there were at that time, at least ten thousand French in this city, fugitives from Marat and from St. Domingo? That they lived in utter fearlessness of the reign⯑ing disease: sung and loitered in the public walks, and prattled at their doors, with all their customary unconcern? Supposest thou that there were none among these, who would receive a countrywoman, even if her name had not been Martinette de Beauvais? Thy fancy has depict⯑ed strange things, but believe me, that, without a farthing and without a name, I should not have incurred the slightest inconvenience. The death of Roselli I foresaw, because it was gradual in its approach, and was sought by him as a good. My grief, therefore, was exhausted before it came, and I rejoiced at his death, because it was the close of all his sorrows. The rueful pictures [243] of my distress and weakness, which were given by Baxter, existed only in his own fancy.

Martinette pleaded an engagement, and took her leave, professing to have come merely to leave with her the promised manuscript. This interview, though short, was productive of many reflections, on the deceitfulness of appearances, and on the variety of maxims by which the con⯑duct of human beings is regulated. She was ac⯑customed to impart all her thoughts and relate every new incident to her father. With this view she now hied to his apartment. This hour it was her custom, when disengaged, always to spend with him.

She found Mr. Dudley busy in revolving a scheme, which various circumstances had sug⯑gested and gradually conducted to maturity. No period of his life had been equally delightful, with that portion of his youth which he had spent in Italy. The climate, the language, the man⯑ners of the people, and the sources of intellectual gratification, in painting and music, were con⯑genial to his taste. He had reluctantly forsaken these enchanting seats, at the summons of his fa⯑ther, but, on his return to his native country, had encountered nothing but ignominy and pain. Poverty and blindness had beset his path, and it seemed as if it were impossible to fly too far from the scene of his disasters. His misfortunes could not be concealed from others, and every thing around him seemed to renew the memory of all that he had suffered. All the events of his youth served to entice him to Italy, while all the incidents of his subsequent life, concurred to ren⯑der disgutsful his present abode.

His daughter's happiness was not to be forgot⯑ten. This he imagined would be eminently pro⯑moted by the scheme. It would open to her new [244] avenues to knowledge. It would snatch her from the odious pursuit of Ormond, and by a va⯑riety of objects and adventures, efface from her mind any impression which his dangerous artifices might have made upon it.

This project was now communicated to Con⯑stantia. Every argument adapted to influence her choice, was employed. He justly conceived that the only obstacle to her adoption of it, relat⯑ed to Ormond. He exspatiated on the dubious character of this man, the wildness of his schemes, and the magnitude of his errors. What could be expected from a man, half of whose life had been spent at the head of a band of Cassacks, spread⯑ing devastation in the regions of the Danube, and supporting by flagitious intrigues, the tyranny of Catharine, and the other half in traversing inhos⯑pitable countries, and extinguishing what re⯑mained of clemency and justice, by intercourse with savages?

It was admitted that his energies were great, but misdirected, and that to restore them to the guidance of truth, was not in itself impossible, but it was so with relation to any power that she possessed. Conformity would flow from their marriage, but this conformity was not to be ex⯑pected from him. It was not his custom to ab⯑jure any of his doctrines or recede from any of his claims. She knew likewise the conditions of their union. She must go with him to some cor⯑ner of the world, where his boasted system was established. What was the road to it, he had carefully concealed, but it was evident that it lay beyond the precincts of civilized existence.

Whatever were her ultimate decision, it was at least proper to delay it. Six years were yet wanting of that period, at which only she former⯑ly considered marriage as proper. To all the [245] general motives for deferring her choice, the con⯑duct of Ormond superadded the weightiest. Their correspondence might continue, but her residence in Europe and converse with mankind, might enlighten her judgment and qualify her for a more rational decision.

Constantia was not uninfluenced by these rea⯑sonings. Instead of reluctantly admitting them, she somewhat wondered that they had not been suggested by her own reflections. Her imagina⯑tion anticipated her entrance on that mighty scene with emotions little less than rapturous. Her studies had conferred a thousand ideal charms on a theatre, where Scipio and Caesar had performed their parts. Her wishes were no less importu⯑nate to gaze upon the Alps and Pyrenees, and to vivify and chasten the images collected from books, by comparing them with their real proto⯑types.

No social ties existed to hold her to America. Her only kinsman and friend would be the com⯑panion of her journies. This project was like⯑wise recommended by advantages of which she only was qualified to judge. Sophia Westwyn had embarked, four years previous to this date, for England, in company with an English lady and her husband. The arrangements that were made forbad either of the friends to hope for a future meeting: Yet now, by virtue of this pro⯑ject, this meeting seemed no longer to be hope⯑less.

This burst of new ideas and new hopes on the mind of Constance took place in the course of a single hour. No change in her external situation had been wrought, and yet her mind had under⯑gone the most signal revolution. The novelty as well as greatness of the prospect kept her in a [246] state of elevation and awe, more ravishing than any she had ever experienced. Anticipations o [...] intercourse with nature in her most august forms with men in diversified states of society, with the posterity of Greeks and Romans, and with the actors that were now upon the stage, and above all with the being whom absence and the want of other attachments, had, in some sort, contribut⯑ed to deify, made this night pass away upon the wings of transport.

The hesitation which existed on parting with her father, speedily gave place to an ardour im⯑patient of the least delay. She saw no impedi⯑ments to the immediate commencement of the voyage. To delay it a month or even a week, seemed to be unprofitable tardiness. In this fer⯑ment of her thoughts, she was neither able nor willing to sleep. In arranging the means of de⯑parture and anticipating the events that would successively arise, there was abundant food for contemplation.

She marked the first dawnings of the day and rose. She felt reluctance to break upon her fa⯑ther's morning slumbers, but considered that her motives were extremely urgent, and that the pleasure afforded him by her zealous approbation of his scheme, would amply compensate him for this unseasonable intrusion on his rest. She has⯑tened therefore to his chamber. She entered with blithsome steps, and softly drew aside the curtain.

CHAPTER XXII.

UNHAPPY Constance! At the moment when thy dearest hopes had budded a fresh, when the clouds of insecurity and disquiet had retired from thy vision, wast thou assailed by the great subverter of human schemes. Thou sawest no⯑thing in futurity but an eternal variation and suc⯑cession of delights. Thou wast hastening to for⯑get dangers and sorrows which thou fondly ima⯑ginedst were never to return. This day was to be the outset of a new career; existence was henceforth to be embellished with enjoyments, hitherto scarcely within the reach of hope.

Alas! Thy predictions of calamity seldom fail⯑ed to be verified. Not so thy prognostics of plea⯑sure. These, though fortified by every calcula⯑tion of contingencies, were edifices grounded up⯑on nothing. Thy life was a struggle with malig⯑nant destiny; a contest for happiness in which thou wast fated to be overcome.

She stooped to kiss the venerable cheek of her father, and, by whispering, to break his slumber. Her eye was no sooner fixed upon his counte⯑nance, than she started back and shrieked. She had no power to forbear. Her outcries were piercing and vehement. They ceased only with the cessation of breath. She sunk upon a chair in a state partaking more of death than of life, mechanically prompted to give vent to her ago⯑nies in shrieks, but incapable of uttering a sound.

The alarm called her servants to the spot. They beheld her dumb, wildly gazing, and ges⯑ticulating in a way that indicated frenzy. She made no resistence to their efforts, but permitted [248] them to carry her back to her own chamber. Sa⯑rah called upon her to speak and to explain the cause of these appearances, but the shock which she had endured, seemed to have irretrievably destroyed her powers of utterance.

The terrors of the affectionate Sarah were in⯑creased. She kneeled by the bed-side of he [...] mistress, and with streaming eyes, besought the unhappy lady to compose herself. Perhaps the sight of weeping in another possessed a sympa⯑thetic influence, or nature had made provision for this salutary change: However that be, a torrent of tears now came to her succour, and rescued her from a paroxysm of insanity, which its longer continuance might have set beyond the reach of cure.

Meanwnile, a glance at his master's counte⯑nance made Fabian fully acquainted with the na⯑ture of the scene. The ghastly visage of Mr. Dudley shewed that he was dead, and that he had died in some terrific and mysterious manner. As soon as this faithful servant recovered from surprize, the first expedient which his ingenuity suggested, was to fly with tidings of this event to Mr. Melbourne. That gentleman instantly obey⯑ed the summons. With the power of weeping, Constantia recovered the power of reflection. This, for a time, served her only as a medium of anguish. Melbourne mingled his tears with hers, and endeavoured, by suitable remonstrances, to revive her fortitude.

The filial passion is perhaps instinctive to man; but its energy is modified by various circumstan⯑ces. Every event in the life of Constance con⯑tributed to heighten this passion beyond customa⯑ry bounds. In the habit of perpetual attendance on her father, of deriving from him her know⯑ledge, and sharing with him the hourly fruits of [249] observation and reflection, his existence seemed blended with her own. There was no other whose concurrence and council she could claim, with whom a domestic and uninterrupted alliance could be maintained. The only bond of consan⯑guinity was loosened, the only prop of friendship was taken away.

Others, perhaps, would have observed, that her father's existence had been merely a source of obstruction and perplexity; that she had hi⯑therto acted by her own wisdom, and would find, hereafter, less difficulty in her choice of schemes, and fewer impediments to the execution.—These reflections occurred not to her. This disaster had increased, to an insupportable degree, the vacan⯑cy and dreariness of her existence The face she was habituated to behold, had disappeared for⯑ever; the voice, whose mild and affecting tones, had so long been familiar to her ears, was hushed into eternal silence. The felicity to which she clung was ravished away: Nothing remained to hinder her from sinking into utter despair.

The first transports of grief having subsided, a source of consolation seemed to be opened in the belief that her father had only changed one form of being for another: That he still lived to be the guardian of her peace and honor; to enter the recesses of her thought: To forewarn her of evil and invite her to good. She grasped at these images with eagerness, and fostered them as the only solaces of her calamity. They were not adapted to inspire her with cheerfulness, but they sublimed her sensations, and added an inexplica⯑ble fascination to sorrow.

It was unavoidable sometimes to reflect upon the nature of that death which had occurred. To⯑kens were sufficiently apparent that outward vio⯑lence [250] had been the cause. Who could be the performer of so black a deed, by what motives he was guided were topics of fruitless conjecture. She mused upon this subject, not from the thirst of vengeance, but from a mournful curiosity. Had the perpetrator stood before her, and chal⯑lenged retribution, she would not have lifted a finger to accuse or to punish. The evil already endured, left her no power to concert and exe⯑cute projects for extending that evil to others. Her mind was unnerved, and recoiled with loath⯑ing from considerations of abstract justice, or po⯑litical utility, when they prompted to the prose⯑cution of the murderer.

Melbourne was actuated by different views, but, on this subject, he was painfully bewilder⯑ed. Mr. Dudley's deportment to his servants and neighbours, was gentle and humane. He had no dealings with the trafficking or labouring part of mankind. The fund which supplied his cravings of necessity or habit, was his daughter's. His recreations and employments were harmless and lonely. The evil purpose was limited to his death, for his chamber was exactly in the same state in which negligent security had left it. No mid⯑night footstep or voice, no unbarred door or lift⯑ed window afforded tokens of the presence, or traces of the entrance or flight, of the assassin.

The meditations of Constantia, however, could not fail, in some of their circuities, to encounter the image of Craig. His agency in the impove⯑rishment of her father, and in the scheme by which she had like to have been loaded with the penal⯑ties of forgery, was of an impervious and unpre⯑cedented kind. Motives were unveiled by time, in some degree, accounting for his treacherous proceeding, but there was room to suppose an inborn propensity to mischief. Was he not the [251] authour of this new evil? His motives and his means were equally inscrutable, but their inscru⯑tability might flow from her own defects in dis⯑cernment and knowledge, and time might supply her defects in this as in former instances.

These images were casual. The causes of the evil were seldom contemplated. Her mind was rarely at liberty to wander from reflection on her irremidiable loss. Frequently, when confus⯑ed by distressful recollections, she would detect herself going to her father's chamber. Often his well known accents would ring in her ears, and the momentary impulse would be to answer his calls. Her reluctance to sit down to her meals, without her usual companion, could scarcely be surmounted.

In this state of mind the image of the only friend who survived, or whose destiny, at least, was doubtful, occurred to her. She sunk into fits of deeper abstraction and dissolved away in tears of more agonizing tenderness. A week after her father's interment, she shut herself up in her chamber, to torment herself with fruitless re⯑membrances. The name of Sophia Westwyn was pronounced, and the ditty that solemnized their parting was sung. Now, more than for⯑merly, she became sensible of the loss of that portrait, which had been deposited in the hands of M'Crea, as a pledge. As soon as her change of fortune had supplied her with the means of re⯑deeming it, she hastened to M'Crea for that end. To her unspeakable disappointment he was ab⯑sent from the city: He had taken a long journey, and the exact period of his return could not be ascertained. His clerks refused to deliver the picture, or even, by searching, to discover whether it was still in their master's possession. This application had frequently and lately been [252] repeated, but without success; M'Crea had not yet returned and his family were equally in the dark, as to the day on which his return might be expected.

She determined on this occasion, to renew her visit. Her incessant disappointments had almost extinguished hope, and she made enquiries at his door, with a faultering accent and sinking heart. These emotions were changed into surprize and delight, when answer was made that he had just arrived. She was instantly conducted into his presence.

The countenance of M'Crea easily denoted, that his visitant was by no means acceptable. There was a mixture of embarrassment and sul⯑lenness in his air, which was far from being dimi⯑nished when the purpose of this visit was explain⯑ed. Constance reminded him of the offer and acceptance of this pledge, and of the conditions with which the transaction was accompanied.

He acknowledged, with some hesitation, that a promise had been given to retain the pledge until it were in her power to redeem it, but the long delay, the urgency of his own wants, and particularly the ill treatment which he conceived himself to have suffered, in the transaction re⯑specting the forged note, had, in his own opi⯑nion, absolved him from this promise. He had therefore sold the picture to a goldsmith, for as much as the gold about it was worth.

This information produced, in the heart of Constantia, a contest between indignation and sorrow, that, for a time, debarred her from speech. She stifled the anger that was, at length, rising to her lips, and calmly inquired to whom the picture had been sold.

M'Crea answered that for his part he had little dealings in gold and silver, but every thing of [253] that kind, which fell to his share, he transacted with Mr. D —. This person was one of the most eminent of his profession. His character and place of abode were universally known. The only expedient that remained was to apply to him, and to ascertain, forthwith, the destiny of the picture. It was too probable, that when separated from its case, the portrait was thrown away or destroyed, as a mere incumbrance, but the truth was too momentous to be made the sport of mere probability. She left the house of M'Crea, and hastened to that of the gold⯑smith.

The circumstance was easily recalled to his re⯑membrance. It was true that such a picture had been offered for sale, and that he had purchased it. The workmanship was curious, and he felt unwilling to destroy it. He therefore hung it up in his shop and indulged the hope that a purchaser would, sometime, be attracted by the mere beau⯑ty of the toy.

Constantia's hopes were revived by these tid⯑ings, and she earnestly inquired if it were still in his possession.

No. A young gentleman had entered his shop some months before; the picture had caught his fancy, and he had given a price which the artist owned he should not have demanded, had he not been encouraged by the eagerness which the gentleman betrayed to possess it.

Who was this gentleman? Had there been any previous acquaintance between them? What was his name, his profession, and where was he to be found?

Really, the goldsmith answered, he was igno⯑rant respecting all those particulars. Previously to this purchase, the gentleman had sometimes visited his shop, but he did not recollect to have [254] since seen him. He was unacquainted with his name and his residence.

What appeared to be his motives for purcha⯑sing this picture?

The customer appeared highly pleased with it. Pleasure, rather than surprize, seemed to be produced by the sight of it. If I were permitted to judge, continued the artist, I should imagine that the young man was acquainted with the ori⯑ginal. To say the truth, I hinted as much at the time, and I did not see that he discouraged the supposition. Indeed, I cannot conceive how the picture could otherwise have gained any value in his eyes.

This only heightened the eagerness of Con⯑stance to trace the footsteps of the youth. It was obvious to suppose some communication or con⯑nection between her friend and this purchaser. She repeated her enquiries, and the goldsmith, after some consideration, said:—Why, on second thoughts, I seem to have some notion of having seen a figure like that of my customer, go into a lodging house, in Front-Street, some time before I met with him at my shop.

The situation of this house being satisfactorily described, and the artist being able to afford her no further information, except as to stature and guise, she took her leave. There were two mo⯑tives impelling her to prosecute her search after this person; the desire of regaining this portrait and of procuring tidings of her friend. Involved as she was in ignorance, it was impossible to conjecture, how far this incident would be subser⯑vient to these inestimable purposes. To procure an interview with this stranger, was the first mea⯑sure which prudence suggested.

She knew not his name or his person. He was once seen entering a lodging house. Thither [255] she must immediately repair, but how to intro⯑duce herself, how to describe the person of whom she was in search, she knew not. She was beset with embarrassments and difficulties. While her attention was entangled by these, she proceeded unconsciously on her way, and stopped not until she reached the mansion that had been described. Here she paused to collect her thoughts.

She found no relief in deliberation. Every moment added to her perplexity and indecision. Irresistibly impelled by her wishes, she at length, in a mood that partook of desperate, advanced to the door and knocked. The summons was im⯑mediately obeyed by a woman of decent appear⯑ance. A pause ensued, which Constantia at length terminated, by a request to see the mis⯑tress of the house.

The lady courteously answered that she was the person, and immediately ushered herrisitant into an apartment. Constance being seated, the lady waited for the disclosure of her message. To prolong the silence was only to multiply em⯑barrassments. She reverted to the state of her feelings, and saw that they flowed from incon⯑sistency and folly. One vigorous effort was suf⯑ficient to restore her to composure and self-com⯑mand.

She began with apologizing for a visit, unpre⯑ceeded by an introduction. The object of her en⯑quiries was a person, with whom it was of the utmost moment that she should procure a meet⯑ing, but whom, by an unfortunate concurrence of circumstances, she was unable to describe by the usual incidents of name and profession. Her knowledge was confined to his external appear⯑ance, and to the probability of his being an in⯑mate of this house, at the begining of the year. [256] She then proceeded to describe his person and dress.

It is true, said the lady, such an one as you describe has boarded in this house. His name was Martynne. I have good reason to remember him, for he lived with me three months, and then left the country without paying for his board.

He has gone then? said Constance, greatly discouraged by these tidings.

Yes: He was a man of specious manners and loud pretensions. He came from England, bring⯑ing with him forged recommendatory letters, and after passing from one end of the country to the other, contracting debts which he never paid, and making bargains which he never fulfilled, he sud⯑denly disappeared. It is likely that he has re⯑turned to Europe.

Had he no kindred, no friends, no companions?

He found none here. He made pretences to alliances in England, which better information has, I believe, since shewn to be false.

This was the sum of the information procura⯑ble from this source. Constance was unable to conceal her chagrin. These symptoms were ob⯑served by the lady, whose curiosity was awaken⯑ed in turn. Questions were obliquely started, in⯑viting Constance to a disclosure of her thoughts. No advantage would arise from confidence, and the guest, after a few minutes of abstraction and Silence, rose to take her leave.

During this conference, some one appeared to be negligently sporting with the keys of an harp⯑sichord, in the next apartment. The notes were too irregular and faint to make a forcible impres⯑sion on the ear. In the present state of her mind, Constance was merely conscious of the sound, in the intervals of conversation. Having arisen from her seat, her anxiety to obtain some infor⯑mation [257] that might lead to the point she wished, made her again pause. She endeavoured to invent some new interrogatory better suited to her purpose, than those which had, already, been employed. A silence on both sides ensued.

During this interval, the unseen musician sud⯑denly refrained from rambling, and glided into notes of some refinement and complexity. The cadence was aerial, but a thunderbolt, falling at her feet, would not have communicated a more visible shock to the senses of Constance. A glance that denoted a tumult of soul bordering on distraction, was now fixed upon the door, that led into the room whence the harmony proceed⯑ed. Instantly the cadence was revived, and some accompanying voice, was heard to warble

Joy and grief in their sudden onset, and their violent extremes, approach so nearly, in their in⯑fluence on human beings, as scarce to be distin⯑guished. Constantia's frame was still enfeebled by her recent distresses. The torrent of emo⯑tion was too abrupt and too vehement. Her fa⯑culties were overwhelmed, and she sunk upon the floor motionless and without sense, but not till she had faintly articulated;

My God! My God! This is a joy unmerited and too great.

CHAPTER XXIII.

I MUST be forgiven if I now introduce my⯑self on the stage. Sophia Westwyn is the friend of Constance, and the writer of this narrative. So far as my fate was connected with that of my friend, it is worthy to be known. That con⯑nection has constituted the joy and misery of my existence, and has prompted me to undertake this task.

I assume no merit from the desire of know⯑ledge, and superiority to temptation. There is little of which I can boast, but that little I deriv⯑ed, instrumentally, from Constance. Poor as my attainments are, it is to her that I am indebt⯑ed for them all. Life itself was the gift of her father, but my virtue and felicity are her gifts. That I am neither indigent nor profligate, flows from her bounty.

I am not unaware of the divine superinten⯑dence, of the claims upon my gratitude and ser⯑vice, which pertain to my God. I know that all physical and moral agents, are merely instrumen⯑tal to the purpose that he wills, but though the great author of being and felicity must not be forgotten, it is neither possible nor just to over⯑look the claims upon our love, with which our fellow-beings are invested.

The supreme love does not absorb, but chas⯑ten and enforce all subordinate affections. In proportion to the rectitude of my perceptions and the ardour of my piety, must I clearly discern and fervently love, the excellence discovered in my fellow-beings, and industriously promote their improvement and felicity.

[259]From my infancy to my seventeenth year, I lived in the house of Mr. Dudley. On the day of my birth, I was deserted by my mother. Her temper was more akin to that of tygress than woman: Yet that is unjust, for beasts cherish their offspring. No natures but human, are capable of that depravity, which makes insensible to the claims of innocence and helplessness.

But let me not recall her to memory. Have I not enough of sorrow? Yet to omit my causes of disquiet, the unprecedented forlornness of my condition, and the persecutions of an unnatural parent, would be to leave my character a pro⯑blem, and the sources of my love of Miss Dudley unexplored. Yet I must not dwell upon that complication of iniquities, that savage ferocity and unextinguishable hatred of me, which cha⯑racterized my unhappy mother!

I was not safe under the protection of Mr. Dudley, nor happy in the caresses of his daugh⯑ter. My mother asserted the privilege of that relation; she laboured for years to obtain the con⯑troul of my person and actions; to snatch me from a peaceful and chaste assylum, and detain me in her own house, where, indeed, I should not have been in want of raiment and food, but where —

O my mother! Let me not dishonor thy name! Yet it is not in my power to enhance thy infamy. Thy crimes, unequalled as they were, were, per⯑haps, expiated by thy penitence. Thy offences are too well known, but perhaps they who wit⯑nessed thy freaks of intoxication, thy defiance of public shame, the enormity of thy pollutions, the infatuation that made thee glory in the pursuit of a loathesome and detestable trade, may be stran⯑gers to the remorse and the abstinence which ac⯑companied the close of thy ignominious life.

[260]For ten years was my peace incessantly molest⯑ed, by the menaces or machinations of my mo⯑ther. The longer she meditated my destruction, the more tenacious of her purpose, and indefati⯑gable in her efforts, she became. That my mind was harrassed with perpetual alarms, was not enough. The fame and tranquility of Mr. Dud⯑ley and his daughter, were hourly assailed. My mother resigned herself to the impulses of malig⯑nity and rage. Headlong passions and a vigor⯑ous, though perverted understanding, were her's. Hence her stratagems to undermine the reputa⯑tion of my protector, and to bereave him of do⯑mestic comfort, were subtle and profound. Had she not herself been careless of that good, which she endeavoured to wrest from others, her artifi⯑ces could scarcely have been frustrated.

In proportion to the hazard which accrued to my protector and friend, the more ardent their zeal in my defence, and their affection for my person became. They watched over me with in⯑effable solicitude. At all hours and in every oc⯑cupation, I was the companion of Constance. All my wants were supplied, in the same propor⯑tion as her's. The tenderness of Mr. Dudley seemed equally divided between us. I partook of his instructions, and the means of every intel⯑lectual and personal gratification, were lavished upon me.

The speed of my mother's career in infamy, was at length slackened. She left New-York, which had long been the theatre of her vices. Actuated by a new caprice, she determined to travel through the Southern States. Early indul⯑gence was the cause of her ruin, but her parents had given her the embellishments of a fashionable education. She delighted to assume all parts, and personate the most opposite characters. She [261] now resolved to carry a new name and the mask of virtue, into scenes hitherto unvisited.

She journeyed as far as Charleston. Here she met an inexperienced youth, lately arrived from England, and in possession of an ample fortune. Her speciousness and artifices seduced him into a precipitate marriage. Her true character, how⯑ever, could hot be long concealed by herself, and her vices had been too conspicuous, for her long to escape recognition. Her husband was infatuated by her blandishments. To abandon her, or to contemplate her depavity with uncon⯑cern, were equally beyond his power. Roman⯑tic in his sentiments, his fortitude was unequal to his disappointments, and he speedily sunk into the grave. By a similar refinement in genero⯑sity, he bequeathed to her his property.

With this accession of wealth, she returned to her ancient abode. The mask, lately worn, seemed preparing to be thrown aside, and her profligate habits to be resumed with more eager⯑ness than ever, but an unexpected and total revolution was effected, by the exhortations of a Methodist divine. Her heart seemed, on a sud⯑den, to be remoulded, her vices and the abettors of them were abjured, she shut out the intrusions of society, and prepared to expiate, by the ri⯑gours of abstinence and the bitterness of tears, the offences of her past life.

In this, as in her former career, she was unac⯑quainted with restraint and moderation. Her remorses gained strength, in proportion as she cherished them. She brooded over the images of her guilt, till the possibility of forgiveness and remission disappeared. Her treatment of her daughter and her hasband constituted the chief source of her torment. Her awakened con⯑science [262] refused her a momentary respite from its persecutions. Her thought became, by rapid degrees, tempestuous and gloomy, and it was at length evident, that her condition was mani⯑acal.

In this state, she was to me an object, no lon⯑ger of terror, but compassion. She was sur⯑rounded by hirelings, devoid of personal attach⯑ment, and anxious only to convert her misfor⯑tunes, to their own advantage. This evil it was my duty to obviate. My presence for a time, on⯑ly enhanced the vehemence of her malady, but at length it was only by my attendance and sooth⯑ing, that she was diverted from the fellest pur⯑poses. Shocking execrations and outrages, re⯑solutions and efforts to destroy herself and those around her, were sure to take place in my ab⯑sence. The moment I appeared before her, her fury abated; her gesticulations were becalmed, and her voice exerted only in incoherent and pa⯑thetic lamentations.

These scenes, though so different from those which I had formerly been condemned to witness, were scarcely less excruciating. The friendship of Constantia Dudley was my only consolation. She took up her abode with me, and shared with me every disgustful and perilous office, which my mother's insanity prescribed.

Of this consolation, however, it was my fate to be bereaved. My mother's state was deplora⯑ble, and no remedy hitherto employed, was effi⯑cacious. A voyage to England, was conceived likely to benefit, by change of temperature and scenes, and by the opportunity it would afford of trying the superior skill of English phyicians. This scheme, after various struggles, on my part, was adopted. It was detestable to my imagina⯑tion, because it severed me from that friend, in [263] whose existence mine was involved, and without whose participation, knowledge lost its attrac⯑tions, and society became a torment.

The prescriptions of my duty could not be dis⯑guised or disobeyed, and we parted. A mutual engagement was formed, to record every sen⯑timent and relate every event that happened, in the life of either, and no opportunity of commu⯑nicating information, was to be omitted. This engagement was punctually performed on my part. I sought out every method of conveyance to my friend, and took infinite pains to procure tidings from her, but all were ineffectual.

My mother's malady declined, but was suc⯑ceeded by a pulmonary disease, which threaten⯑ed her speedy destruction. By the restoration of her understanding, the purpose of her voyage was obtained, and my impatience to return, which the inexplicable and ominous silence of my friend daily increased, prompted me to exert all my powers of persuasion, to induce her to re-visit America.

My mother's frenzy was a salutary crisis in her moral history. She looked back upon her past conduct with unspeakable loathing, but this re⯑trospect only invigorated her devotion and her virtue: but the thought of returning to the scene of her unhappiness and infamy, could not be en⯑dured. Besides, life in her eyes, possessed con⯑siderable attractions, and her physicians flattered her with recovery from her present disease, if she would change the atmosphere of England for that of Languedoc and Naples.

I followed her with murmurs and reluctance. To desert her in her present critical state would have been inhuman. My mother's aversions and attachments, habits and views were dissonant with my own. Conformity of sentiments and [264] impressions of maternal tenderness, did not exist to bind us to each other. My attendance was assi⯑duous, but it was the sense of duty that render⯑ed my attendance a supportable task.

Her decay was eminently gradual. No time seemed to diminish her appetite for novelty and change. During three years we traversed every part of France, Switzerland and Italy. I could not but attend to surrounding scenes, and mark the progress of the mighty revolution, whose ef⯑fects, like agitation in a fluid, gradually spread from Paris, the centre, over the face of the neigh⯑bouring kingdoms; but there passed not a day or an hour in which the image of Constance was not recalled, in which the most pungent regrets were not felt at the inexplicable silence which had been observed by her, and the most vehement long⯑ings indulged to return to my native country. My exertions to ascertain her condition by indi⯑rect means, by interrogating natives of America, with whom I chanced to meet, were unwearied, but, for a long period, ineffectual.

During this pilgrimage, Rome was thrice visit⯑ed. My mother's indisposition was hastening to a crisis, and she formed the resolution of closing her life at the bottom of Vesuvius. We stopped, for the sake of a few day's repose, at Rome. On the morning after our arrival, I accompanied some friends to view the public edifices. Casting my eyes over the vast and ruinous interior of the Co⯑liseo, my attention was fixed by the figure of a young man, whom, after a moment's pause, I re⯑collected to have seen in the streets of New-York. At a distance from home, mere community of country is no inconsiderable bond of affection. The social spirit prompts us to cling even to ina⯑nimate objects, when they remind us of ancient fellowships and juvenile attachments.

[265]A servant was dispatched to summon this stran⯑ger, who recognized a country-woman with a pleasure equal to that which I had received. On nearer view, this person, whose name was Court⯑land, did not belie my favorable prepossessions. Our intercourse was soon established on a footing of confidence and intimacy.

The destiny of Constance was always upper⯑most in my thoughts. This person's acquaintance was originally sought, chiefly in the hope of ob⯑taining from him some information respecting my friend. On inquiry I discovered that he had left his native city, seven months after me. Having tasked his recollection and compared a number of facts, the name of Dudley at length re-occurred to him. He had casually heard the history of Craig's imposture and its consequences. These were now related as circumstantially as a memo⯑ry, occupied by subsequent incidents, enabled him. The tale had been told to him, in a do⯑mestic circle which he was accustomed to fre⯑quent, by the person who purchased Mr. Dud⯑ley's lute, and restored it to its previous owner, on the conditions formerly mentioned.

This tale filled me with anguish and doubt. My impatience to search out this unfortunate girl, and share with her her sorrows or relieve them, was anew excited by this mournful intelligence. That Constantia Dudley was reduced to beggary, was too abhorrent to my feelings to recieve cre⯑dit, yet the sale of her father's property, compris⯑ing even his furniture and cloathing, seemed to prove that she had fallen even to this depth. This enabled me in some degree to account for her silence. Her generous spirit would induce her to conceal misfortunes from her friend, which no communication would alleviate. It was pos⯑sible that she had selected some new abode, and [266] that in consequence, the letters I had written, and which amounted to volumes, had never reach⯑ed her hands.

My mother's state would not suffer me to obey the impulse of my heart. Her frame was verg⯑ing towards dissolution. Courtland's engage⯑ments allowed him to accompany us to Naples, and here the long series of my mother's pilgrima⯑ges, closed in death. Her obsequies were no sooner performed, than I determined to set out on my long projected voyage. My mother's pro⯑perty, which, in consequence of her decease, de⯑volved upon me, was not inconsiderable. There is scarcely any good so dear, to a rational being, as competence. I was not unacquainted with its benefits, but this acquisition was valuable to me chiefly as it enabled me to re-unite my fate to that of Constance.

Courtland was my countryman and friend. He was destiiute of fortune, and had been led to Eu⯑rope partly by the spirit of adventure, and partly on a mercantile project. He had made sale of his property, on advantageous terms, in the ports of France, and resolved to consume the produce in examining this scene of heroic exploits and me⯑morable revolutions. His slender stock, though frugally and even parsimoniously administered, was nearly exhausted, and at the time of our meeting at Rome, he was making reluctant pre⯑parations to return.

Sufficient opportunity was afforded us, in an unrestrained and domestic intercourse of three months, which succeeded our Roman interview, to gain a knowledge of each other. There was that conformity of tastes and views between us, which could scarcely fail, at an age, and in a si⯑tuation like ours, to give birth to tenderness. My resolution to hasten to America, was peculi⯑arly [267] unwelcome to my friend. He had offered to be my companion, but this offer, my regard to his interest obliged me to decline; but I was wil⯑ling to compensate him for this denial, as well as to gratify my own heart, by an immediate mar⯑riage.

So long a residence in England and Italy, had given birth to friendships and connections of the dearest kind. I had no view but to spend my life with Courtland, in the midst of my maternal kindred who were English. A voyage to Ame⯑rica, and re-union with Constance were previ⯑ously indispensable, but I hoped that my friend might be prevailed upon, and that her discon⯑nected situation would permit her, to return with me to Europe. If this end could not be accom⯑plished, it was my inflexible purpose to live and to die with her. Suitably to this arrangement, Courtland was to repair to London, and wait pa⯑tiently till I should be able to rejoin him there, or to summon him to meet me in America.

A week after my mother's death, I became a wife, and embarked, the next day, at Naples, in a Ragusan ship, destined for New-York. The voyage was tempestuous and tedious. The ves⯑sel was necessitated to make a short stay at Tou⯑lon. The state of that city, however, then in possession of the English, and besieged by the revolutionary forces, was adverse to commercial views. Happily, we resumed our voyage, on the day previous to that on which the place was evacuated by the British. Our seasonable de⯑parture rescued us from witnessing a scene of horrors, of which the history of former wars, fur⯑nish us with few examples.

A cold and boisterous navigation awaited us. My palpitations and inquietudes augmented as we approached the American coast. I shall not [268] forget the sensations which I experienced on the sight of the Beacon at Sandy-Hook. It was first seen at midnight, in a stormy and beclouded at⯑mosphere, emerging from the waves, whose fluc⯑tuation allowed it, for some time, to be visible only by fits. This token of approaching land, af⯑fected me as much as if I had reached the thresh⯑hold of my friend's dwelling.

At length we entered the port, and I viewed, with high-raised, but inexplicable feelings, ob⯑jects with which I had been from infancy familiar. The flag-staff erected on the battery, recalled to my imagination the pleasures of the evening and morning walks, which I had taken on that spot, with the lost Constantia. The dream was fondly cherished, that the figure which I saw, loitering along the terrace, was her's.

On disembarking, I gazed at every female pas⯑senger, in hope that it was she whom I sought. An absence of three years, had obliterated from my memory none of the images which attended me on my departure.

CHAPTER XXIV.

AFTER a night of repose rather than of sleep, I began the search after my friend. I went to the house which the Dudleys formerly in⯑habited, and which had been the asylum of my infancy. It was now occupied by strangers, by whom no account could be given of its former te⯑nants. I obtained directions to the owner of the house. He was equally unable to satisfy my cu⯑riosity. [269] The purchase had been made at a pub⯑lic sale, and terms had been settled not with Dud⯑ley, but with the Sheriff.

It is needless to say, that the history of Craig's imposture and its consequences, were confirmed by every one who resided at that period in New-York. The Dudleys were well remembered, and their disappearance, immediately after their fall, had been generally noticed, but whither they had retired, was a problem which no one was able to solve.

This evasion was strange. By what motives the Dudleys were induced to change their anci⯑ent abode, could be vaguely guessed. My friend's grandfather was a native of the West-Indies. Descendants of the same stock still resided in To⯑bago. They might be affluent, and to them, it was possible, that Mr. Dudley, in this change of fortune, had betaken himself for relief. This was a mournful expedient, since it would raise a barrier between my friend and myself scarcely to be surmounted.

Constantia's mother was stolen by Mr. Dudley from a Convent at Amiens. There were no affi⯑nities, therefore, to draw them to France. Her grandmother was a native of Baltimore, of a fa⯑mily of some note, by name Ridgeley. This fa⯑mily might still exist, and have either afforded an asylum to the Dudleys, or, at least, be apprised of their destiny. It was obvious to conclude that they no longer existed within the precincts of New-York. A journey to Baltimore was the next expedient.

This journey was made in the depth of winter, and by the speediest conveyance. I made no more than a day's sojourn in Philadelphia. The epidemic by which that city had been lately ra⯑vaged, [270] I had not heard of till my arrival in Ame⯑rica. Its devastations were then painted to my fancy in the most formidable colours. A few months only had elapsed since its extinction, and I expected to see numerous marks of misery and dispopulation.

To my no small surprize, however, no vestiges of this calamity were to be discerned. All hou⯑ses were open, all streets thronged, and all faces thoughtless or busy. The arts and the amuse⯑ments of life seemed as sedulously cultivated as ever. Little did I then think what had been, and what, at that moment, was the condition of my friend. I stopt for the sake of respite from fatigue, and did not, therefore, pass much time in the streets. Perhaps, had I walked seasona⯑bly abroad, we might have encountered each other, and thus have saved ourselves from a thou⯑sand anxieties.

At Baltimore I made myself known, without the formality of introduction, to the Ridgeleys. They acknowledged their relationship to Mr. Dudley, but professed absolute ignorance of his fate. Indirect intercourse only had been main⯑tained, formerly, by Dudley with his mother's kindred. They had heard of his misfortune, a twelvemonth after it happened, but what mea⯑sures had been subsequently pursued, their kins⯑man had not thought proper to inform them.

The failure of this expedient almost bereft me of hope. Neither my own imagination nor the Ridgeleys, could suggest any new mode by which my purpose was likely to be accomplished. To leave America, without obtaining the end of my visit, could not be thought of without agony, and yet the continuance of my stay promised me no relief from my uncertainties.

[271]On this theme, I ruminated without ceasing. I recalled every conversation and incident of for⯑mer times, and sought in them a clue, by which my present conjectures might be guided. One night, immersed alone in my chamber, my thoughts were thus employed. My train of meditation was, on this occasion, new. From the review of particulars from which no satisfaction had hi⯑therto been gained, I passed to a vague and com⯑prehensive retrospect

Mr. Dudley's early life, his profession of a painter, his zeal in this pursuit, and his reluc⯑tance to quit it, were remembered. Would he not revert to this profession, when other means of subsistence were gone. It is true, similar ob⯑stacles with those which had formerly occasioned his resort to a different path, existed at present, and no painter of his name was to be found in Phi⯑ladelphia, Baltimore, or New-York. But would it not occur to him, that the patronage denied to his skill, by the frugal and unpolished habits of his countrymen, might with more probability of success, be sought from the opulence and luxury of London? Nay, had he not once affirmed in my hearing, that if he ever were reduced to po⯑verty, this was the method he would pursue?

This conjecture was too bewitching to be ea⯑sily dismissed. Every new reflection augmented its force. I was suddenly raised by it from the deepest melancholy to the region of lofty and gay hopes. Happiness, of which I had began to ima⯑gine myself irretrievably bereft, seemed once more to approach within my reach. Constance would not only be found, but be met in the midst of those comforts which her father's skill could not fail to procure, and on that very stage where I most desired to encounter her. Mr. Dudley had many friends and associates of his youth in Lon⯑don. [272] Filial duty had repelled their importunities to fix his abode in Europe, when summoned home by his father. On his father's death these solici⯑tations had been renewed, but were disregarded for reasons, which he, afterwards, himself con⯑fessed, were fallacious. That they would, a third time be preferred, and would regulate his con⯑duct, seemed to me incontestable.

I regarded with wonder and deep regret, the infatuation that had hitherto excluded these ima⯑ges from my understanding and my memory. How many dangers and toils had I endured since my embarkation at Naples, to the present mo⯑ment? How many lingering minutes had I told since my first interview with Courtland? All were owing to my own stupidity. Had my pre⯑sent thoughts been seasonably suggested, I might long since have been restored to the embraces of my friend, without the necessity of an hour's se⯑paration from my husband.

These were evils to be repaired as far as it was possible. Nothing now remained but to procure a passage to Europe. For this end diligent in⯑quiries were immediately set in foot. A vessel was found, which, in a few weeks, would set out upon the voyage. Having bespoken a convey⯑ance, it was incumbent on me to sustain with patience the unwelcome delay.

Meanwhile, my mind, delivered from the de⯑jection and perplexities that lately haunted it, was capable of some attention to surrounding ob⯑jects. I marked the peculiarities of manners and language in my new abode, and studied the ef⯑fects which a political and religious system, so opposite to that with which I had conversed, in Italy and Switzerland, had produced. I found that the difference between Europe and Ameri⯑ca, lay chiefly in this; that, in the former, all [273] things tended to extremes, whereas, in the lat⯑ter, all things tended to the same level. Genius and virtue, and happiness, on these shores, were distinguished by a sort of mediocrity. Condi⯑tions were less unequal, and men were strangers to the heights of enjoyment and the depths of misery, to which the inhabitants of Europe are accustomed.

I received friendly notice and hospitable treat⯑ment from the Ridgeleys. These people were mercantile and plodding in their habits. I found in their social circle, little exercises for the sym⯑pathies of my heart, and willingly accepted their aid to enlarge the sphere of my observation.

About a week before my intended embarka⯑tion, and when suitable preparation had been made for that event, a lady arrived in town, who was cousin to my Constantia. She had frequent⯑ly been mentioned in favorable terms, in my hear⯑ing. She had passed her life, in a rural abode with her father, who cultivated his own domain, lying forty miles from Baltimore.

On an offer being made to introduce us to each other, I consented to know one whose chief re⯑commendation, in my eyes, consisted in her affi⯑nity to Constance Dudley. I found an artless and attractive female, unpolished and undeprav⯑ed by much intercourse with mankind. At first sight, I was powerfully struck by the resemblan⯑ces of her features to those of my friend, which sufficiently denoted their connection with a com⯑mon stock.

The first interview afforded mutual satisfac⯑tion. On our second meeting, discourse insensi⯑bly led to the mention of Miss Dudley, and of the design which had brought me to America. She was deeply affected by the earnestness with which [274] I expatiated on her cousin's merits, and by the proofs which my conduct had given of unlimited attachment.

I dwelt immediately on the measures which I had hitherto ineffectually pursued to trace her footsteps, and detailed the grounds of my present belief, that we should meet in London. During this recital, my companion sighed and wept. When I finished my tale, her tears, instead of ceasing, flowed with new vehemence. This ap⯑pearance excited some surprize, and I ventured to ask the cause of her grief.

Alas! She replied, I am personally a stranger to my Cousin, but her character has been amply displayed to me by one who knew her well. I weep to think how much she has suffered. How much excellence we have lost!

Nay, said I, all her sufferings will, I hope, be compensated, and I by no means consider her as lost. If my search in London be unsuccessful, then shall I indeed despair.

Despair then, already, said my sobbing com⯑panion, for your search will be unsuccessful, How I feel for your disappointment! but it can⯑not be known too soon. My Cousin is dead!

These tidings were communicated with tokens of sincerity and sorrow, that left me no room to doubt that they were believed by the relater. My own emotions were suspended till interroga⯑tions had obtained a knowledge of her reasons for crediting this fatal event, and till she had explain⯑ed the time and manner of her death. A friend of Miss Ridgeley's father had witnessed the de⯑vastations of the yellow fever in Philadelphia. He was apprized of the relationship that subsist⯑ed between his friend and the Dudleys. He gave a minute and circumstantial account of the arts of Craig. He mentioned the removal of my [275] friends to Philadelphia, their obscure and indi⯑gent life, and finally, their falling victims to the pestilence.

He related the means by which he became ap⯑prized of their fate, and drew a picture of their death, surpassing all that imagination can con⯑ceive of shocking and deplorable. The quarter where they lived was nearly desolate. Their house was shut up, and, for a time, imagined to to be uninhabited. Some suspicions being awa⯑kened, in those who superintended the burial of the dead, the house was entered, and the father and child discovored to be dead. The former was stretched upon his wretched pallet, while the daughter was found on the floor of the lower room, in a state that denoted the sufferance, not only of disease, but of famine.

This tale was false. Subsequent discoveries proved this to be a detestable artifice of Craig, who stimulated by incurable habits, had invented these disasters, for the purpose of enhancing the opinion of his humanity, and of furthering his views on the fortune and daughter of Mr. Ridge⯑ley.

Its falsehood, however, I had as yet no means of ascertaining. I received it as true, and at once dismissed all my claims upon futurity. All hopes of happiness, in this mutable and sublunary scene, was fled. Nothing remained, but to join my friend in a world, where woes are at an end and virtue finds its recompence. Surely, said I, there will sometime be a close to calamity and discord. To those whose lives have been blame⯑less, but harassed by inquietudes, to which not their own, but the errors of others have given birth, a fortress will hereafter be assigned, un⯑assailable by change, impregnable to sorrow.

[276]O! my ill-fated Constance! I will live to cherish thy remembrance, and to emulate thy virtue. I will endure the privation of thy friend⯑ship and the vicissitudes that shall befall me, and draw my consolation and courage, from the fore⯑sight of no distant close to this terrestrial scene, and of ultimate and everlasting union with thee.

This consideration, though it kept me from confusion and despair, could not, but with the healing aid of time, render me tranquil or stre⯑nuous. My strength was unequal to the struggle of my passions. The ship in which I engaged to embark, could not wait for my restoration to health, and I was left behind.

Mary Ridgeley was artless and affectionate. She saw that her society was dearer to me than that of any other, and was therefore seldom wil⯑ling to leave my chamber. Her presence, less on her own account, than by reason of her per⯑sonal resemblance and her affinity by birth to Constance, was a powerful solace.

I had nothing to detain me longer in America. I was anxious to change my present lonely state, for the communion of those friends, in England, and the performance of those duties, which were left to me. I was informed that a British Packet, would shortly sail from New-York. My frame was sunk into greater weakness, than I had felt at any former period; and I conceived, that to return to New-York, by water, was more com⯑modious than to perform the journey by land.

This arrangement was likewise destined to be disappointed. One morning I visited, according to my custom, Mary Ridgeley. I found her in a temper somewhat inclined to gaiety. She ral⯑lied me, with great archness, on the care with which I had concealed from her a tender engage⯑ment, into which I had lately entered.

[277]I supposed myself to comprehend her allusion, and, therefore, answered that accident rather than design, had made me silent on the subject of marriage. She had hitherto known me by no appellation, but Sophia Courtland. I had thought it needless to inform her, that I was in⯑debted for my name to my husband, Courtland being his name.

All that, said my friend, I know already, and, So you sagely think that my knowledge goes no farther than that? We are not bound to love our husbands longer than their lives. There is no crime, I believe, in preferring the living to the dead, and most heartily do I congratulate you on your present choice.

What mean you? I confess your discourse sur⯑passes my comprehension.

At that moment, the bell at the door, rung a loud peal. Miss Ridgeley hastened down at this signal, saying, with much significance —

I am a poor hand at solving a riddle. Here comes one who, if I mistake not, will find no dif⯑ficulty in clearing up your doubts.

Presently, she came up, and said, with a smile of still greater archness:—Here is a young gen⯑tleman, a friend of mine, to whom I must have the pleasure of introducing you. He has come for the special purpose of solving my riddle— I attended her to the parlour without hesitation.

She presented me, with great formality, to a youth, whose appearance did not greatly prepos⯑sess me in favor of his judgment. He approach⯑ed me with an air, supercilious and ceremonious, but the moment he caught a glance at my face, he shrunk back, visibly confounded and embar⯑rassed. A pause ensued, in which Miss Ridge⯑ley had opportunity to detect the error into [278] which she had been led, by the vanity of this young man.

How now, Mr. Martynne, said my friend, in a tone of ridicule, is it possible you do not know the lady who is the queen of your affections, the tender and indulgent fair one, whose portrait you carry in your bosom; and whose image you daily and nightly bedew with your tears and kisses?

Mr. Martynne's confusion instead of being sub⯑dued by his struggle, only grew more conspicu⯑ous, and after a few incoherent speeches and apologies, during which he carefully avoided en⯑countering my eyes, be hastily departed.

I applied to my friend, with great earnestness, for an explanation of this scene. It seems that, in the course of conversation with him, on the preceeding day, he had suffered a portrait which hung at his breast, to catch Miss Ridgeley's eye. Oh her betraying a desire to inspect it more nearly, he readily produced it. My image had been too well copied by the artist, not to be in⯑stantly recognized.

She concealed her knowledge of the original, and by questions, well adapted to the purpose, easily drew from him confessions that this was the portrait of his mistress. He let fall sundry in⯑nuendoes and surmizes, tending to impress her with a notion of the rank, fortune and intellectu⯑al accomplishments of the nymph, and particu⯑larly of the doating fondness and measureless con⯑fidence, with which she regarded him.

Her imperfect knowledge of my situation, left her in some doubt as to the truth of these preten⯑sions, and she was willing to ascertain the truth, by bringing about an interview. To guard against evasions and artifice in the lover, she carefully concealed from him her knowledge of [279] the original, and merely pretended that a friend of her's, was far more beautiful than her whom this picture represented. She added, that she expected a visit from her friend the next morning, and was willing, by shewing her to Mr. Mar⯑tynne, to convince him how much he was mista⯑ken, in supposing the perfections of his mistress unrivalled.

CHAPTER XXV.

MARTYNNE, while he expressed his confidence, that the experiment would only con⯑firm his triumph, readily assented to the propo⯑sal, and the interview above described, took place accordingly, the next morning. Had he not been taken by surprize, it is likely the address of a man, who possessed no contemptible powers, would have extricated him from some of his em⯑barrassment.

That my portrait should be in the possession of one, whom I had never before seen, and whose character and manners entitled him to no respect, was a source of some surprize. This mode of multiplying faces is extremely prevalent in this age, and was eminently characteristic of those with whom I had associated in different parts of Europe. The nature of my thoughts had modi⯑fied my features into an expression, which my friends were pleased to consider as a model for those who desired to personify the genius of suf⯑fering and resignation.

[280]Hence among those whose religion permitted their devotion to a picture of a female, the sym⯑bols of their chosen, deity, were added to features and shape that resembled mine. My own caprice, as well as that of others, always dictated a sym⯑bolical, and in every new instance, a different accompaniment of this kind. Hence was offered the means of tracing the history of that picture which Martynne possessed.

It had been accurately examined by Miss Ridgeley, and her description of the frame in which it was placed, instantly informed me that it was the same which, at our parting, I left in the possession of Constance. My friend and my⯑self were desirous of employing the skill of a Saxon painter, by name Eckstein. Each of us were drawn by him, she with the cincture of Venus, and I with the crescent of Dian. This symbol was still conspicuous on the brow of that image, which Miss Thornville had examined, and served to indentify the original proprietor.

This circumstance tended to confirm my fears that Constance was dead, since that she would part with this picture during her life, was not to be believed. It was of little moment to discover how it came into the hands of the present posses⯑sor. Those who carried her remains to the grave, had probably torn it from her neck and afterwards disposed of it for money.

By whatever means, honest or illicit, it had been acquired by Martynne, it was proper that it should be restored to me. It was valuable to me because, it had been the property of one whom I loved, and it might prove highly injurious to my fame and my happiness, as the tool of this man's vanity and the attester of his falsehood. I, there⯑fore, wrote him a letter, acquainting him with my reasons for desiring the repossession of this [281] picture, and offering a price for it, at least dou⯑ble its value, as a mere article of traffic. Mar⯑tynne accepted the terms. He transmitted the picture, and with it a note, apologizing for the artifice of which he had been guilty, and menti⯑oning, in order to justify his acceptance of the price which I had offered, that he had lately pur⯑chased it for an equal sum of a Goldsmith in Phi⯑ladelphia.

This information suggested a new reflection. Constantia had engaged to preserve, for the use of her friend, copious and accurate memorials of her life. Copies of these were, on suitable occa⯑sions, to be transmitted to me, during my resi⯑dence abroad. These I had never received, but it was highly probable that her punctuality, in the performance of the first-part of her engagement, had been equal to my own.

What, I asked, had become of these precious memorials? In the wreck of her property were these irretrievably ingulfed? It was not proba⯑ble that they had been wantonly destroyed. They had fallen, perhaps, into hands careless or un⯑conscious of their value, or still lay, unknown and neglected, at the bottom of some closet or chest. Their recovery might be effected by ve⯑hement exertions, or by some miraculous acci⯑dent. Suitable enquiries, carried on among those who were active in those scenes of calamity, might afford some clue by which the fate of the Dudleys, and the disposition of their property, might come into fuller light. These inquiries could be made only in Philadelphia, and thither, for that purpose, I now resolved to repair. There was still an interval of some weeks, before the departure of the packet in which I proposed to embark.

[282]Having returned to the capital, I devoted all my zeal to my darling project. My efforts, howe⯑ver, were without success. Those who admi⯑nistered charity and succour during that memor⯑able season, and who survived, could remove none of my doubts, nor answer any of my inquiries. Innumerable tales, equally disastrous with those which Miss Ridgeley had heard, were related; but, for a considerable period, none of their cir⯑cumstances were sufficiently accordant with the history of the Dudleys.

It is worthy of remark, in how many ways, and by what complexity of motives, human curiosity is awakened and knowledge obtained. By its connection with my darling purpose, every event in the history of this memorable pest, was ear⯑nestly sought and deeply pondered. The pow⯑erful considerations which governed me, made me slight those punctilious impediments, which, in other circumstances, would have debarred me from intercourse with the immediate actors and observers. I found none who were unwilling to expatiate on this topic, or to communicate the knowledge they possessed. Their details were copious in particulars, and vivid in minuteness. They exhibited the state of manners, the diver⯑sified effects of evil or heroic passions, and the endless forms which sickness and poverty assume in the obscure recesses of a commercial and po⯑pulous city.

Some of these details are too precious to be lost. It is above all things necessary that we should be thoroughly acquainted with the condi⯑tion of our fellow-beings. Justice and compas⯑sion are the fruit of knowledge. The misery that overspreads so large a part of mankind, exists chiefly because those who are able to relieve it do not know that it exists. Forcibly to paint the [283] evil, seldom fails to excite the virtue of the spec⯑tator, and seduce him into wishes, at least, if not into exertions of beneficence.

The circumstances in which I was placed, were, perhaps, wholly singular. Hence the know⯑ledge I obtained, was more comprehensive and authentic than was possessed by any one, even of the immediate actors or sufferers. This know⯑ledge will not be useless to myself or to the world. The motives which dictated the present narra⯑tive, will hinder me from relinquishing the pen, till my fund of observation and experience be ex⯑hausted. Meanwhile, let me resume the thread of my tale.

The period allowed me before my departure was nearly expired, and my purpose seemed to be as far from its accomplishment as ever. One evening I visited a lady, who was the widow of a physician, whose disinterested exertions had cost him his life. She dwelt with pathetic earnestness on the particulars of her own distress, and listen⯑ed with deep attention to the inquiries and doubts which I laid before her.

After a pause of consideration, she said, that an incident like that related by me, she had pre⯑viously heard from one of her friends, whose name she mentioned. This person was one of those whose office consisted in searching out the sufferers, and affording them unsought and unso⯑licited relief. She was offering to introduce me to this person, when he entered the apartment.

After the usual compliments, my friend led the conversation as I wished. Between Mr. Thom⯑son's tale and that related to Miss Ridgeley, there was an obvious resemblance. The sufferers re⯑sided in an obscure alley. They had shut them⯑selves up from all intercourse with their neigh⯑bours, and had died, neglected and unknown. [284] Mr. Thomson was vested with the superintend⯑ence of this district, and had passed the house frequently without suspicion of its being tenanted.

He was at length informed by one of those who conducted an hearse, that he had seen the win⯑dow in the upper story of this house lifted, and a female shew herself. It was night, and the hearse⯑man chanced to be passing the door. He imme⯑diately supposed that the person stood in need of his services, and stopped.

This procedure was comprehended by the per⯑son at the window, who, leaning out, addressed him in a broken and feeble voice. She asked him why he had not taken a different route, and upbraided him for inhumanity in leading his noisy vehicle past her door. She wanted repose, but the ceaseless rumbling of his wheels would not al⯑low her the sweet respite of a moment.

This invective was singular, and uttered in a voice which united the utmost degree of earnest⯑ness, with a feebleness that rendered it almost inarticulate. The man was at a loss for a suita⯑ble answer. His pause only increased the impa⯑tience of the person at the window, who called upon him, in a still more anxious tone, to proceed, and intreated him to avoid this alley for the fu⯑ture.

He answered that he must come whenever the occasion called him. That three persons now lay dead in this alley, and that he must be expedi⯑tious in their removal, but that he would return as seldom and make as little noise as possible.

He was interrupted by new exclamations and upbraidings. These terminated in a burst of tears, and assertions, that God and man were her enemies. That they were determined to destroy her, but she trusted that the time would come when their own experience would avenge her [285] wrongs, and teach them some compassion for the misery of others.—Saying this, she shut the win⯑dow with violence, and retired from it sobbing with a vehemence, that could be distinctly over⯑heard by him in the street.

He paused for some time, listening when this passion should cease. The habitation was slight, and he imagined that he heard her traversing the floor. While he staid, she continued to vent her anguish in exclamations and sighs, and passion⯑ate weeping. It did not appear that any other person was within.

Mr. Thomson being next day informed of these incidents, endeavoured to enter the house, but his signals, though loud and frequently repeated, being unnoticed, he was obliged to gain admis⯑sion by violence. An old man, and a female, love⯑ly in the midst of emaciation and decay, were discovered without signs of life. The death of the latter appeared to have been very recent.

In examining the house, no traces of other in⯑habitants were to be found. Nothing, service⯑able as food, was discovered, but the remnants of mouldy bread scattered on a table. No infor⯑mation could be gathered from neighbours re⯑specting the condition and name of these unfor⯑tunate people. They had taken possession of this house, during the rage of this malady, and refrained from all communication with their neigh⯑bours.

There was too much resemblance between this and the story formerly heard, not to produce the belief that they related to the same persons. All that remained was to obtain directions to the pro⯑prietor of this dwelling, and exact from him all that he knew respecting his tenants.

I found in him a man of worth and affability. He readily related, that a man applied to him for [286] the use of this house, and that the application was received. At the beginning of the pestilence, a numerous family inhabited this tenement, but had died in rapid succession. This new applicant was the first to apprize him of this circumstance, and appeared extremely anxious to enter on im⯑mediate possession.

It was intimated to him that danger would arise from the pestilential condition of the house. Unless cleansed arid purified, disease would be unavoidably contracted. The inconvenience and hazard, this applicant was willing to encounter, and, at length, hinted that no alternative was al⯑lowed him, by his present landlord, but to lie in the street or to procure some other abode.

What was the external appearance of this per⯑son?

He was infirm, past the middle age, of melan⯑choly aspect, and indigent garb. A year had since elapsed, and more characteristic particu⯑lars had not been remarked or were forgotten. The name had been mentioned, but in the midst of more recent and momentous transactions, had vanished from remembrance. Dudley, or Dolby, or Hadley, seemed to approach more nearly than any other sounds.

Permission to inspect the house was readily granted. It had remained, since that period, un⯑occupied. The furniture and goods were scanty and wretched, and he did not care to endanger his safety, by meddling with them. He believed that they had not been removed or touched.

I was insensible of any hazard which attended my visit, and, with the guidance of a servant, who felt as little apprehension as myself, hasten⯑ed to the spot. I found nothing but tables and chairs. Cloathing was no where to be seen. An earthen pot, without handle and broken, stood [287] upon the kitchen hearth. No other implement or vessel for the preparation of food, appeared.

These forlorn appearances were accounted for by the servant, by supposing the house to have been long since rifled of every thing worth the trouble of removal, by the villains who occupied the neighbouring houses; this alley, it seems, be⯑ing noted for the profligacy of its inhabitants.

When I reflected that a wretched hovel like this, had been, probably, the last retreat of the Dudleys, when I painted their sufferings, of which the numberless tales of distress, of which I had lately been an auditor, enabled me to form an adequate conception, I felt as if to lie down and expire on the very spot where Constance had fallen, was the only sacrifice to friendship, which time had left to me.

From this house I wandered to the field, where the dead had been, promiscuously and by hundreds, interred. I counted the long series of graves, which were closely ranged, and, being recently levelled, exhibited the appearance of an harrowed field. Methought I could have given thousands, to know in what spot the body of my friend lay, that I might moisten the sacred earth with my tears. Boards hastily nailed together, formed the best receptacle, which the exigences of the time could grant to the dead. Many corpses were thrown into a single excavation, and all distinctions founded on merit and rank, were obliterated. The father and child had been placed in the same cart, and thrown into the same hole.

Despairing, by any longer stay in this city, to effect my purpose, and the period of my embar⯑kation being near, I prepared to resume my jour⯑ney. I should have set out the next day, but a family, with whom I had made acquaintance, ex⯑pecting [288] to proceed to New-York within a week, I consented to be their companion, and, for that end, to delay my departure.

Meanwhile, I shut myself up in my apartment, and pursued avocations, that were adapted to the melancholy tenor of my thoughts. The day, preceding that appointed for my journey, ar⯑rived. It was necessary to compleat my arrange⯑ments with the family, with whom I was to tra⯑vel, and to settle with the lady, whose apart⯑ments I occupied.

On how slender threads does our destiny hang! Had not a momentary impulse tempted me to sing my favorite ditty to the harpsichord, to be⯑guile the short interval, during which my hostess was conversing with her visitor in the next apartment, I should have speeded to New-York, have embarked for Europe, and been eternally severed from my friend, whom I believed to have died in phrenzy and beggary, but who was alive and affluent, and who sought me with a diligence, scarcely inferior to my own. We imagined our⯑selves severed from each other, by death or by impassable seas, but, at the moment when our hopes had sunk to the lowest ebb, a mysterious destiny conducted our footsteps to the same spot.

I heard a murmuring exclamation; I heard my hostess call, in a voice of terror, for help; I rushed into the room; I saw one stretched on the floor, in the attitude of death; I sprung for⯑ward and fixed my eyes upon her countenance; I clasped my hands and articulated—Con⯑stance!—

She speedily recovered from her swoon. Her eyes opened, she moved, she spoke: Still me⯑thought it was an illusion of the senses, that cre⯑ated the phantom. I could not bear to withdraw [289] my eyes from her countenance. If they wander⯑ed for a moment, I fell into doubt and perplexity, and again fixed them upon her, to assure myself of her existence.

The succeeding three days, were spent in a state of dizziness and intoxication. The ordina⯑ry functions of nature were disturbed. The ap⯑petite for sleep and for food were confounded and lost, amidst the impetuosities of a master-passion. To look and to talk, to each other, afforded en⯑chanting occupation for every moment. I would not part from her side, but eat and slept, walked and mused and read, with my arm locked in her's, and with her breath fanning my cheek.

I have indeed much to learn. Sophia Court⯑land has never been wise. Her affections disdain the cold dictates of discretion, and spurn at every limit, that contending duties and mixed obliga⯑tions prescribe.

And yet, O! precious inebriation of the heart! 0! pre-eminent love! What pleasure of reason or of sense, can stand in competition with those, attendant upon thee?—Whether thou hiest to the fanes of a benevolent deity, or layest all thy homage at the feet of one, who most visibly re⯑sembles the perfections of our Maker, surely thy sanction is divine; thy boon is happiness!—

CHAPTER XXVI.

THE tumults of curiosity and pleasure did not speedily subside. The story of each other's wanderings, was told with endless amplification [290] and minuteness. Henceforth, the stream of our existence was to mix; we were to act and to think in common: Casual witnesses and written testimony should become superfluous: Eyes and eare were to be eternally employed upon the con⯑duct of each other: Death, when it should come, was not to be deplored, because it was an una⯑voidable and brief privation to her that should survive. Being, under any modification, is dear, but that state to which death is a passage, is all-desirable to virtue and all-compensating to grief.

Meanwhile, precedent events were made the themes of endless conversation. Every incident and passion, in the course of four years, was revived and exhibited. The name of Or⯑mond, was, of course, frequently repeated by my friend: His features and deportment were described: Her meditations and resolutions, with regard to him, fully disclosed. My counsel was asked, in what manner it became her to act.

I could not but harbour aversion to a scheme, which should tend to sever me from Constance, or to give me a competitor in her affections. Be⯑sides this, the properties of Ormond were of too mysterious a nature, to make him worthy of accep⯑tance. Little more was known, concerning him, than what he himself had disclosed to the Dud⯑leys, but this knowledge would suffice to invali⯑date his claims.

He had dwelt, in his conversations with Con⯑stantia, sparingly on his own concerns. Yet he did not hide from her, that he had been left in early youth, to his own guidance: That he had embraced, when almost a child, the trade of arms: That he had found service and promotion in the armies of Potemkin and Romanzow: That he had executed secret and diplomatic functions, [291] at Constantinople and Berlin: That, in the latter city, he had met with schemers and reasoners, who aimed at the new-modelling of the world, and the subversion of all that has hitherto been conceived elementary and fundamental, in the constitution of man and of government: That some of those reformers had secretly united, to break down the military and monarchical fabric of German policy: That others, more wisely, had devoted their secret efforts, not to overturn, but to build: That, for this end, they embraced an exploring and colonizing project: That he had allied himself to these, and, for the promotion of their projects, had spent six years of his life, in journeys by sea and land, in tracts unfrequented, till then, by any European.

What were the moral or political maxims, which this adventurous and visionary sect had adopted, and what was the seat of their new-born empire, whether on the shore of an Austral continent, or in the, heart of desert America, he carefully concealed. These were exhibited or hidden, or shifted, according to his purpose. Not to reveal too much, and not to tire curiosity or over-task belief, was his daily labour. He talked of alliance with the family whose name he bore, and who had lost their honors and estates, by the Hanoverian succession to the crown of England.

I had seen too much of innovation and impos⯑ture, in France and Italy, not to regard a man like this, with aversion and fear. The mind of my friend was wavering and unsuspicious. She had lived at a distance from scenes, where prin⯑ciples are hourly put to the test of experiment; where all extremes of fortitude and pusillanimity are accustomed to meet; where recluse virtue and speculative heroism give place as if by ma⯑gic, [292] to the last excesses of debauchery and wick⯑edness; where pillage and murder are engrafted, on systems of all-embracing and self-oblivious be⯑nevolence; and the good of mankind is professed to be pursued, with bonds of association and co⯑venants of secrecy. Hence my friend had de⯑cided without the sanction of experience, had allowed herself to wander into untried paths, and had hearkened to positions, pregnant with destruction and ignominy.

It was not difficult to exhibit, in their true light, the enormous errors of this man, and the danger of prolonging their intercourse. Her assent to accompany me to England, was readily obtained. Too much dispatch could not be used, but the disposal of her property must first take place. This was necessarily productive of some delay.

I had been made, contrary to inclination, ex⯑pert in the management of all affairs, relative to property. My mother's lunacy, subsequent dis⯑ease and death, had imposed upon me obligations and cares, little suitable to my sex and age. They could not be eluded or transferred to others, and, by degrees, experience enlarged my know⯑ledge and familiarized my tasks.

It was agreed that I should visit and inspect my friend's estate, in Jersey, while she remained in her present abode, to put an end to the views and expectations of Ormond, and to make pre⯑paration for her voyage. We were reconciled to a temporary separation, by the necessity that pre⯑scribed it.

During our residence together, the mind of Constance was kept in perpetual ferment. The second day after my departure, the turbulence of her feelings began to subside, and she found her⯑self at leisure to pursue those measures which her present situation prescribed.

[293]The time prefixed by Ormond for the termina⯑tion of his absence, had nearly arrived. Her re⯑solutions respecting this man, lately formed, now occurred to her. Her heart drooped as she re⯑volved the necessity of disuniting their fates; but that this disunion was proper, could not admit of doubt. How information of her present views might be most satisfactorily imparted to him, was a question not instantly decided. She reflected on the impetuosity of his character, and conceiv⯑ed that her intentions might be most conveniently unfolded in a letter. This letter she immediate⯑ly sat down to write. Just then the door open⯑ed, and Ormond entered the apartment.

She was somewhat, and for a moment, startled by this abrupt and unlooked for entrance. Yet she greeted him with pleasure. Her greeting was received with coldness. A second glance at his countenance informed her that his mind was somewhat discomposed.

Folding his hands on his breast, he stalked to the window, and looked up at the moon. Pre⯑sently he withdrew his gaze from this object, and fixed them upon Constance. He spoke, but his words were produced by a kind of effort:

Fit emblem, he exclaimed, of human versati⯑lity! One impediment is gone. I hoped it was the only one, but no: The removal of that mere⯑ly made room for another. Let this be removed. Well: Fate will interplace a third. All our toils will thus be frustrated, and the ruin will finally redound upon our heads.—There he stopped.

This strain could not be interpreted by Con⯑stance. She smiled, and without noticing his in⯑coherences, proceeded to inquire into his adven⯑tures during their separation. He listened to her, but his eyes, fixed upon her's, and his so⯑lemnity [294] of aspect were immoveable. When she paused, he seated himself close to her, and grasp⯑ed her hand with a vehemence that almost pain⯑ed her, said:

Look at me; steadfastly. Can you read my thoughts? Can your discernment reach the bounds of my knowledge and the bottom of my purposes? Catch you not a view of the monsters that are starting into birth here (and he put his left hand to his foreheads) But you cannot. Should I paint them to you verbally, you would call me jester or deceiver. What pity that you have not instru⯑ments for piercing into thoughts!—

I presume, said Constance, affecting cheer⯑fulness which she did not feel, such instruments would be useless to me. You never scruple to say what you think. Your designs are no sooner conceived than they are expressed. All you know, all you wish, and all you purpose, are known to others as soon as to yourself. No scruples of decorum; no foresight of consequen⯑ces, are obstacles in your way.

True, replied he, all obstacles are trampled under foot, but one.

What is the insuperable one?

Incredulity in him that hears. I must not say what will not be credited. I must not relate feats and avow schemes, when my hearer will say, Those feats were never performed: These schemes are not your's. I care not if the truth of my tenets and the practicability of my purpo⯑ses, be denied. Still I will openly maintain them: But when my assertions will, themselves, be disbelieved; when it is denied, that I adopt the creed and project the plans, which I affirm to be adopted and projected by me, it is needless to affirm.

[295]Tomorrow, I mean to ascertain the height of the lunar mountains, by travelling to the top of them. Then I will station myself in the tract of the last comet, and wait till its circumvolution suffers me to leap upon it; Then, by walking on its surface, I will ascertain whether it be hot enough to burn my soles. Do you believe that this can be done?

No.

Do you believe, in consequence of my assertion, that I design to do this, and that, in my appre⯑hension, it is easy to be done?

Not; Unless I previously believe you to be lunatic.

Then why should I assert my purposes? Why speak, when the hearer will infer nothing from my speech, but that I am either lunatic or liar?

In that predicament, silence is best.

In that predicament, I now stand. I am not going to unfold myself. Just now, I pitied thee for want of eyes: 'Twas a foolish compassion. Thou art happy, because thou seest not an inch before thee or behind.—Here he was for a mo⯑ment buried in thought; then breaking from his reverie, he said: So; your father is dead?

True, said Constance, endeavouring to sup⯑press her rising emotions, he is no more. It is so recent an event, that I imagined you a stranger to it.

False imagination! Thinkest thou, I would refrain from knowing what so nearly concerns us both? Perhaps your opinion of my ignorance ex⯑tends beyond this: Perhaps, I know not your fruitless search for a picture: Perhaps, I neither followed you, nor led you to a being called So⯑phia Courtland. I was not present at the meet⯑ing. I am unapprized of the effects of your ro⯑mantic passion for each other. I did not witness the rapturous effusions and inexorable counsels of [296] the new comer. I know not the contents of the letter which you are preparing to write.—

As he spoke this, the accents of Ormond gra⯑dually augmented in vehemence. His counte⯑nance bespoke a deepening inquietude and grow⯑ing passion. He stopped at the mention of the letter, because his voice was overpowered by emotion. This pause afforded room for the asto⯑nishment of Constance. Her interviews and con⯑versations with me, took place at seasons of ge⯑neral repose, when all doors were fast and ave⯑nues shut, in the midst of silence, and in the bo⯑som of retirement. The theme of our discourse was, commonly, too sacred for any ears but our own: Disclosures were of too intimate and deli⯑cate a nature, for any but a female audience: they were too injurious to the fame and peace of Ormond, for him to be admitted to partake of them: Yet his words implied a full acquaintance with recent events, and with purposes and deli⯑berations, shrowded, as we imagined, in impe⯑netrable secrecy.

As soon as Constantia recovered from the con⯑fusion of these thoughts, she eagerly questioned him: What do you know? How do you know what has happened, or what is intended?

Poor Constance! he exclaimed, in a tone bit⯑ter and sarcastic. How hopeless is thy ignorance! To enlighten thee is past my power. What do I know? Every thing. Not a tittle has escaped me. Thy letter is superfluous: I know its con⯑tents before they are written. I was to be told that a soldier and a traveller, a man who refused his faith to dreams, and his homage to shadows, merited only scorn and forgetfulness. That thy affections and person were due to another; that intercourse between us was henceforth to cease; that preparation was making for a voyage to Bri⯑tain, [297] and that Ormond was to walk to his grave alone!

In spite of harsh tones and inflexible features, these words were accompanied with somewhat that betrayed a mind full of discord and agony. Constantia's astonishment was mingled with dejection. The discovery of a passion, deeper and less curable than she suspected; the percep⯑tion of embarrassments and difficulties in the path which she had chosen, that had not previously occurred to her, threw her mind into anxious suspense.

The measures she had previously concerted, were still approved. To part from Ormond was enjoined by every dictate of discretion and duty. An explanation of her motives and views, could not take place more seasonably than at present. Every consideration of justice to herself and hu⯑manity to Ormond, made it desirable that this in⯑terview should be the last. By inexplicable means, he had gained a knowledge of her inten⯑tions. It was expedient, therefore, to state them with clearness and force. In what words this was to be done, was the subject of momentary deliberation.

Her thoughts were discerned, and her speech anticipated by her companion.—Why droopest thou, and why thus silent, Constance? The se⯑cret of thy fate will never be detected. Till thy destiny be finished, it will not be the topic of a single fear. But not for thyself, but me, art thou concerned. Thou dreadest, yet determin⯑est to confirm my predictions of thy voyage to Europe, and thy severance from me.

Dismiss thy inquietudes on that score. What misery thy scorn and thy rejection are able to in⯑flict, is inflicted already. Thy decision was known [298] to me as soon as it was formed. Thy motives were known. Not an argument or plea of thy counsellor, not a syllable of her invective, not a sound of her persuasive rhetorick escaped my hearing. I know thy decree to be immutable. As my doubts, so my wishes have taken their flight. Perhaps, in the depth of thy ignorance, it was supposed, that I should struggle to reverse thy purpose, by menaces or supplications. That I should boast of the cruelty with which I should avenge an imaginary wrong upon myself. No. All is very well: Go. Not a whisper of objec⯑tion or reluctance, shalt thou hear from me.

If I could think, said Constantia, with tremu⯑lous hesitation, that you part from me without anger; that you see the rectitude of my pro⯑ceeding —

Anger! Rectitude. I pr'ythee peace. I know thou art going. I know that all objection to thy purpose would be vain. Thinkest thou that thy stay, undictated by love, the mere fruit of com⯑passion, would afford me pleasure or crown my wishes? No. I am not so dastardly a wretch. There was something in thy power to bestow, but thy will accords not with thy power. I merit not the boon, and thou refusest it. I am content.

Here Ormond fixed more significant eyes up⯑on her. Poor Constance! he continued. Shall I warn thee of the danger that awaits thee? For what end! To elude it, is impossible. It will come, and thou, perhaps, wilt be unhappy. Fore⯑sight, that enables not to shun, only pre-creates the evil.

Come, it will. Though future, it knows not the empire of contingency. An inexorable and immutable decree enjoins it. Perhaps, it is thy nature to meet with calmness what cannot be shunned. Perhaps, when it is passed, thy reason [299] will perceive its irrevocable nature, and restore thee to peace. Such is the conduct of the wise, but such, I fear, the education of Constantia Dud⯑ley, will debar her from pursuing.

Faign would I regard it as the test of thy wis⯑dom. I look upon thy past life. All the forms of genuine adversity have beset thy youth. Po⯑verty, disease, servile labour, a criminal and hap⯑less parent, have been evils which thou hast not ungracefully sustained. An absent friend and murdered father, were added to thy list of woes, and here thy courage was deficient. Thy soul was proof against substantial misery, but sunk into helpless cowardice, at the sight of phantoms.

One more disaster remains. To call it by its true name would be useless or pernicious. Use⯑less, because thou wouldst pronouce its occur⯑rence impossible: Pernicious, because, if its pos⯑sibility were granted, the omen would distract thee with fear. How shall I describe it? Is it loss of fame? No. The deed will be unwit⯑nessed by an human creature. Thy reputation will be spotless, for nothing will be done by thee, unsuitable to the tenor of thy past life. Calumny will not be heard to whisper. All that know thee, will be lavish of their eulogies as ever. Their eulogies will be as justly merited. Of this merit thou wilt entertain as just and as adequate conceptions as now.

It is no repetition of the evils thou hast already endured: It is neither drudgery nor sickness, nor privation of friends. Strange perverseness of hu⯑man reason! It is an evil: It will be thought up⯑on with agony: It will close up all the sources of pleasurable recollection: It will exterminate hope: It will endear oblivion, and push thee in⯑to an untimely grave. Yet to grasp it is impos⯑sible. The moment we inspect it nearly, it va⯑nishes. [300] Thy claims to human approbation and divine applause, will be undiminished and unal⯑tered by it. The testimony of approving con⯑science, will have lost none of its explicitness and energy. Yet thou wilt feed upon sighs: Thy tears will flow without remission: Thou wilt grow enamoured of death, and perhaps wilt an⯑ticipate the stroke of disease.

Yet, perhaps, my prediction is groundless as my knowledge. Perhaps, thy discernment will avail, to make thee wise and happy. Perhaps, thou wilt perceive thy privilege of sympathetic and intel⯑lectual activity, to be untouched. Heaven grant the non-fulfilment of my prophecy, thy disen⯑thrallment from error, and the perpetuation of thy happiness.

Saying this, Ormond withdrew. His words were always accompanied with gestures and looks, and tones, that fastened the attention of the hearer, but the terms of his present discourse, afforded, independently of gesticulation and ut⯑terance, sufficient motives to attention and re⯑membrance. He was gone, but his image was contemplated by Constance: His words still rung in her ears.

The letter she designed to compose, was ren⯑dered, by this interview, unnecessary. Mean⯑ings, of which she and her friend alone were con⯑scious, were discovered by Ormond, through some other medium than words: Yet that was impossible: A being, unendowed with preter⯑natural attributes, could gain the information which this man possessed, only by the exertion of his senses.

All human precautions had been used, to baffle the attempts of any secret witness. She recalled to mind, the circumstances, in which conversa⯑tions with her friend had taken place. All had [301] been retirement, secrecy and silence. The hours usually dedicated to sleep, had been de⯑voted to this better purpose. Much had been said, in a voice, low and scarcely louder than a whisper. To have overheard it at the distance of a few feet, was apparently impossible.

Their conversations had not been recorded by her. It could not be believed, that this had been done by Sophia Courtland. Had Ormond and her friend met, during the interval that had elap⯑sed, between her separation from the latter, and her meeting with the former? Human events are conjoined by links, imperceptible to keenest eyes. Of Ormond's means of information, she was wholly unapprized. Perhaps, accident would, sometime, unfold them. One thing was incontestable. That her schemes and her rea⯑sons for adopting them, were known to him.

What unforeseen effects had that knowledge produced! In what ambiguous terms had he couched his prognostics, of some mighty evil that awaited her! He had given a terrible, but con⯑tradictory description, of her destiny. An event was to happen, akin to no calamity which she had already endured, disconnected with all which the imagination of man is accustomed to depre⯑cate, capable of urging her to suicide, and yet of a kind, which left it undecided, whether she would regard it with indifference.

What reliance should she place upon prophetic incoherencies, thus wild? What precautions should she take, against a danger thus inscruta⯑ble and imminent?

CHAPTER XXVII.

THESE incidents and reflections were spee⯑dily transmitted to me. I had always believed the character and machinations of Ormond, to be worthy of caution and fear. His means of infor⯑mation I did not pretend, and thought it useless to investigate. We cannot hide our actions and thoughts, from one of powerful sagacity, whom the detection sufficiently interests, to make him use all the methods of detection in his power. The study of concealment, is, in all cases, fruit⯑less or hurtful. All that duty enjoins, is to de⯑sign and to execute nothing, which may not be approved by a divine and omniscient observer. Human scrutiny is neither to be solicited, nor shunned. Human approbation or censure, can never be exempt from injustice, because our limited perceptions debar us from a thorough knowledge of any actions and motives but our own.

On reviewing what had passed, between Con⯑stantia and me, I recollected nothing incompati⯑ble with purity and rectitude. That Ormond was apprized of all that had passed, I by no means inferred from the tenour of his conversa⯑tion with Constantia, nor, if this had been incon⯑testably proved, should I have experienced any trepidation or anxiety on that account.

His obscure and indirect menaces of evil, were of more importance. His discourse on this topic, seemed susceptible only of two constructions. Either he intended some fatal mischief, and was willing to torment her by fears, while he con⯑cealed from her the nature of her danger, that he [303] might hinder her from guarding her safety, by suitable precautions; or, being hopeless of render⯑ing her propitious to his wishes, his malice was satisfied with leaving her a legacy of apprehen⯑sion and doubt.

Constantia's unacquaintance with the doctrines of that school, in which Ormond was probably instructed, led her to regard the conduct of this man, with more curiosity and wonder, than fear. She saw nothing but a disposition to sport with her ignorance and bewilder her with doubts.

I do not believe myself destitute of courage. Rightly to estimate the danger and encounter it with firmness, are worthy of a rational being; but to place our security in thoughtlessness and blindness, is only less ignoble than cowardice. I could not forget the proofs of violence, which accompanied the death of Mr. Dudley. I could not overlook, in the recent conversation with Constance, Ormond's allusion to her murdered father. It was possible that the nature of this death, had been accidentally imparted to him; but it was likewise possible, that his was the knowledge of one who performed the act.

The enormity of this deed, appeared by no means incongruous with the sentiments of Or⯑mond. Human life is momentous or trivial in our eyes, according to the course which our ha⯑bits and opinions have taken. Passion greedily accepts, and habit readily offers, the sacrifice of another's life, and reason obeys the impulse of education and desire.

A youth of eighteen, a volunteer in a Russian army, encamped in Bessarabia, made prey of a Tartar girl, found in the field of a recent battle: Conducting her to his quarters, he met a friend, who, on some pretence, claimed the victim: From angry words they betook themselves to [304] swords. A combat ensued, in which the first claimant ran his antagonist through the body. He then bore his prize unmolested away, and having exercised brutality of one kind, upon the helpless victim, stabbed her to the heart, as an offering to the manes of Sarsefield, the friend whom he had slain. Next morning, willing more signally to expiate his guilt, he rushed alone up⯑on a troop of Turkish foragers, and brought away five heads, suspended, by their gory locks, to his horse's mane. These he cast upon the grave of Sarsefield, and conceived himself fully to have expiated yesterday's offence. In reward for his prowess, the General gave him a commission in the Cossack troops. This youth was Ormond; and such is a specimen of his exploits, during a military career of eight years, in a warfare the most savage and implacable, and, at the same time, the most iniquitous and wanton which his⯑tory records.

With passions and habits like these, the life of another was a trifling sacrifice to vengeance or impatience. How Mr. Dudley had excited the resentment of Ormond, by what means the assas⯑sin had accomplished his intention, without awa⯑kening alarm or incurring suspicion, it was not for me to discover. The inextricability of hu⯑man events, the imperviousness of cunning, and the obduracy of malice, I had frequent occasions to remark.

I did not labour to vanquish the security of my friend. As to precautions they were useless. There was no fortress, guarded by barriers of stone and iron, and watched by centinels that ne⯑ver slept, to which she might retire from his stra⯑tagems. If there were such a retreat, it would scarcely avail her against a foe, circumspect and subtle as Ormond.

[305]I pondered on the condition of my friend. I reviewed the incidents of her life. I compared her lot with that of others. I could not but dis⯑cover a sort of incurable malignity in her fate. I felt as if it were denied to her to enjoy a long life or permanent tranquillity. I asked myself, what she had done, entitling her to this incessant per⯑secution? Impatience and murmuring took place of sorrow and fear in my heart. When I reflect⯑ed, that all human agency was merely subservi⯑ent to a divine purpose, I fell into fits of accusa⯑tion and impiety.

This injustice was transient, and soberer views convinced me that every scheme, comprizing the whole, must be productive of partial and tempo⯑rary evil. The sufferings of Constance were li⯑mited to a moment; they were the unavoidable appendages of terrestrial existence; they formed the only avenue to wisdom, and the only claim to uninterrupted fruition, and eternal repose in an after-scene.

The course of my reflections, and the issue to which they led, were unforeseen by myself. Fondly as I doated upon this woman, methought I could resign her to the grave without a murmur or a tear. While my thoughts were calmed by resignation, and my fancy occupied with nothing but the briefness of that space, and evanescence of that time which severs the living from the dead, I contemplated, almost with complacency, a vio⯑lent or untimely close to her existence.

This loftiness of mind could not always be ac⯑complished or constantly maintained. One ef⯑fect of my fears, was to hasten my departure to Europe. There existed no impediment but the want of a suitable conveyance. In the first pack⯑et that should leave America, it was determined [306] to secure a passage. Mr. Melbourne consented to take charge of Constantia's property, and, after the sale of it, to transmit to her the money that should thence arise.

Meanwhile, I was anxious that Constance should leave her present abode and join me in New-York. She willingly adopted this arrangement, but conceived it necessary to spend a few days at her house in Jersey. She could reach the lat⯑ter place without much deviation from the streight road, and she was desirous of re-surveying a spot where many of her infantile days had been spent.

This house and domain I have already menti⯑oned to have once belonged to Mr. Dudley. It was selected with the judgment and adorned with the taste of a disciple of the schools of Florence and Vincenza. In his view, cultivation was sub⯑servient to the picturesque, and a mansion was erected, eminent for nothing but chastity of or⯑naments, and simplicity of structure. The mas⯑sive parts were of stone; the outer surfaces were smooth, snow-white, and diversified by apertures and cornices, in which a cement uncommonly te⯑nacious was wrought into proportions the most correct and forms the most graceful. The floors, walls and cielings, consisted of a still more exqui⯑sitely tempered substance, and were painted by Mr. Dudley's own hand. All appendages of this building, as seats, tables and cabinets, were modelled by the owner's particular direction, and in a manner scrupulously classical.

He had scarcely entered on the enjoyment of this splendid possession, when it was ravished away. No privation was endured with more im⯑patience than this; but, happily, it was purchas⯑ed by one who left Mr. Dudley's arrangements unmolested, and who shortly after conveyed it entire to Ormond. By him it was finally appro⯑priated [307] to the use of Helena Cleves, and now, by a singular contexture of events, it had reverted to those hands, in which the death of the original proprietor, if no other change had been made in his condition, would have left it. The farm still re⯑mained in the tenure of a German emigrant, who held it partly on condition of preserving the gar⯑den and mansion in safety and in perfect order.

This retreat was now re-visited by Constance, after an interval of four years. Autumn had made some progress, but the aspect of nature was, so to speak, more significant than at any other sea⯑son. She was agreeably accommodated under the tenant's roof, and found a nameless pleasure in traversing spaces, in which every object prompted an endless train of recollections.

Her sensations were not foreseen. They led to a state of mind, inconsistent, in some degree, with the projects adopted in obedience to the suggestions of her friend. Every thing in this scene had been created and modelled by the ge⯑nius of her father. It was a kind of fane, sancti⯑fied by his imaginary presence.

To consign the fruits of his industry and inven⯑tion to foreign and unsparing hands, seemed a kind of sacrilege, for which she almost feared that the dead would rise to upbraid her. Those ima⯑ges which bind us to our natal soil, to the abode of our innocent and careless youth, were recalled to her fancy by the scenes which she now beheld. These were enforced by considerations of the dangers which attended her voyage, from storms and from enemies, and from the tendency to re⯑volution and war, which seemed to actuate all the nations of Europe. Her native country was by no means exempt from similar tendencies, but these evils were less imminent, and its manners and government, in their present modifications, [308] were unspeakably more favorable to the dignity and improvement of the human race, than those which prevailed in any part of the ancient world.

My solicitations and my obligation to repair to England, overweighed her objections, but her new reflections led her to form new determinati⯑ons with regard to this part of her property. She concluded to retain possession, and hoped that some future event would allow her to return to this favorite spot, without forfeiture of my soci⯑ety. An abode of some years in Europe, would more eminently qualify her for the enjoyment of retirement and safety in her native country. The time that should elapse before her embarkation, she was desirous of passing among the shades of this romantic retreat.

I was, by no means, reconciled to this proceed⯑ing. I loved my friend too well to endure any needless separation without repining. In addi⯑tion to this, the image of Ormond haunted my thoughts, and gave birth to incessant but inde⯑finable fears. I believed that her safety would very little depend upon the nature of her abode, or the number or watchfulness of her compani⯑ons. My nearness to her person would frustrate no stratagem, nor promote any other end than my own entanglement in the same fold. Still, that I was not apprized, each hour, of her condition, that her state was lonely and sequestered, were sources of disquiet, the obvious remedy to which was her coming to New-York. Preparations for departure were assigned to me, and these requir⯑ed my continuance in the city.

Once a week, Laffert, her tenant, visited, for purposes of traffic, the city. He was the medi⯑um of our correspondence. To him I entrusted a letter, in which my dissatisfaction at her absence [309] and the causes which gave it birth, were freely confessed.

The confidence of safety seldom deserted my friend. Since her mysterious conversation with Ormond, he had utterly vanished. Previously to that interview, his visits or his letters were inces⯑sant and punctual; but since, no token was given that he existed. Two months had elapsed. He gave her no reason to expect a cessation of in⯑tercourse. He had parted from her with his usu⯑al abruptness and informality. She did not con⯑ceive it incumbent on her to search him out, but she would not have been displeased with an op⯑portunity to discuss with him more fully the mo⯑tives of her conduct. This opportunity had been hitherto denied.

Her occupations, in her present retreat, were, for the most part, dictated by caprice or by chance. The mildness of Autumn permitted her to ramble, during the day, from one rock and one grove to another. There was a luxury in musing, and in the sensations which the scenery and silence pro⯑duced, which, in consequence of her long es⯑trangement from them, were accompanied with all the attractions of novelty, and from which she not consent to withdraw.

In the evening, she usually retired to the man⯑sion, and shut herself up in that apartment, which, in the original structure of the house, had been designed for study, and no part of whose furni⯑ture had been removed or displaced. It was a kind of closet on the second floor, illuminated by a spacious window, through which a landscape of uncommon amplitude and beauty was presented to the view. Here the pleasures of the day were revived, by recalling and enumerating them in letters to her friend: She always quitted this re⯑cess [310] with reluctance, and, seldom, till the night was half-spent.

One evening she retired hither when the sun had just dipped beneath the horizon. Her im⯑plements of writing were prepared, but before the pen was assumed, her eyes rested for a mo⯑ment on the variegated hues, which were poured out upon the western sky, and upon the scene of intermingled waters, copses and fields. The view comprised a part of the road which led to this dwelling. It was partially and distantly seen, and the passage of horses or men, was betokened chiefly by the dust which was raised by their foot⯑steps.

A token of this kind now caught her attention. It fixed her eye, chiefly by the picturesque effect produced by interposing its obscurity between her and the splendours which the sun had left. Pre⯑sently, she gained a faint view of a man and horse. This circumstance laid no claim to atten⯑tion, and she was withdrawing her eye, when the traveller's stopping and dismounting at the gate, made her renew her scrutiny. This was reinforced by something in the figure and move⯑ments of the horseman, which reminded her of Ormond.

She started from her seat with some degree of palpitation. Whence this arose, whether from fear or from joy, or from intermixed emotions, it would not be easy to ascertain. Having entered the gate, the visitant, remounting his horse, set the animal on full speed. Every moment brought him nearer, and added to her first belief. He stopped not till he reached the mansion. The person of Ormond was distinctly recognized.

An interview, at this dusky and lonely hour, in circumstances so abrupt and unexpected, could not fail to surpize, and, in some degree, to [311] alarm. The substance of his last conversation was recalled. The evils which were darkly and ambiguously predicted, thronged to her memory. It seemed as if the present moment was to be, in some way, decisive of her fate. This visit, she did not hesitate to suppose, designed for her, but somewhat uncommonly momentous, must have prompted him to take so long a journey.

The rooms on the lower floor were dark, the windows and doors being fastened. She had en⯑tered the house by the principal door, and this was the only one, at present, unlocked. The room in which she sat, was over the hall, and the massive door beneath could not be opened, without noisy signals. The question that occur⯑red to her, by what means Ormond would gain admittance to her presence, she supposed would be instantly decided. She listened to hear his footsteps on the pavement, or the creaking of hinges. The silence, however, continued pro⯑found as before.

After a minute's pause, she approached the window more nearly, and endeavoured to gain a view of the space before the house. She saw nothing but the horse, whose bridle was thrown over his neck, and who was left at liberty to pick up what scanty herbage the lawn afforded to his hunger. The rider had disappeared.

It now occurred to her, that this visit had a purpose different from that which she at first conjectured. It was easily conceived, that Or⯑mond was unacquainted with her residence at this spot. The knowledge could only be impart⯑ed to him, by indirect or illicit means. That these means had been employed by him, she was by no means authorized to infer from the silence and distance he had lately maintained. But if an interview with her, were not the purpose of his coming, how should she interpret it?

CHAPTER XXVIII.

WHILE oocupied with these reflections, the light hastily disappeared, and darkness, ren⯑dered, by a cloudy atmosphere, uncommonly in⯑tense, succeeded. She had the means of light⯑ing a lamp, that hung against the wall, but had been too much immersed in thought, to notice the deepening of the gloom. Recovering from her re⯑verie, she looked around her with some degree of trepidation, and prepared to strike a spark, that would enable her to light her lamp.

She had hitherto indulged an habitual indiffer⯑ence to danger. Now the presence of Ormond, the unknown purpose that led him hither, and the defencelessness of her condition, inspired her with apprehensions, to which she had hitherto been a stranger. She had been accustomed to pass many nocturnal hours in this closet. Till now, nothing had occurred, that made her enter it with circumspection, or continue in it with re⯑luctance.

Her sensations were no longer tranquil. Each minute that she spent in this recess, appeared to multiply her hazards. To linger here, appeared to her the height of culpable temerity. She has⯑tily resolved to return to the farmer's dwelling, and, on the morrow, to repair to New-York. For this end, she was desirous to produce a light. The materials were at hand.

She lifted her hand to strike the flint, when her ear caught a sound, which betokened the open⯑ing of the door, that led into the next apartment. Her motion was suspended, and she listened as well as a throbbing heart would permit. That [313] Ormond's was the hand that opened, was the first suggestion of her fears. The motives of this unseasonable entrance, could not be reconciled with her safety. He had given no warning of his approach, and the door was opened with tardi⯑ness and seeming caution.

Sounds continued, of which no distinct con⯑ception could be obtained, or the cause that pro⯑duced them assigned. The floors of every apartment being composed, like the walls and ceiling, of cement, footsteps were rendered al⯑most undistinguishable. It was plain, however, that some one approached her own door.

The panic and confusion that now invaded her, was owing to surprize, and to the singularity of her situation. The mansion was desolate and lonely. It was night. She was immersed in darkness. She had not the means, and was un⯑accustomed to the office, of repelling personal in⯑juries. What injuries she had reason to dread, who was the agent, and what were his motives, were subjects of vague and incoherent medita⯑tion.

Meanwhile, low and imperfect sounds, that had in them more of inanimate than human, as⯑sailed her ear. Presently they ceased. An in⯑explicable fear deterred her from calling. Light would have exercised a friendly influence. This, it was in her power to produce, but not without motion and noise, and these, by occasioning the discovery of her being in the closet, might possi⯑bly enhance her danger.

Conceptions like these, were unworthy of the mind of Constance. An interval of silence suc⯑ceeded, interrupted only by the whistling of the blast without. It was sufficient for the restora⯑tion of her courage. She blushed at the cowar⯑dice which had trembled at a sound. She consi⯑dered [314] that Ormond might, indeed, be near, but that he was probably unconscious of her situation. His coming was not with the circumspection of an enemy. He might be acquainted with the place of her retreat, and had come to obtain an interview, with no clandestine or myterious pur⯑poses. The noises she had heard, had, doubtless, proceeded from the next apartment, but might be produced by some harmless or vagrant crea⯑ture.

These considerations restored her tranquilli⯑ty. They enabled her, deliberately, to create a light, but they did not disuade her from leaving the house. Omens of evil seemed to be connect⯑ed with this solitary and darksome abode: Be⯑sides, Ormond had unquestionably entered upon this scene. It could not be doubted that she was the object of his visit. The farm-house was a place of meeting, more suitable and safe than any other. Thither, therefore, she determined im⯑mediately to return.

The closet had but one door, and this led into the chamber where the sounds had arisen. Through this chamber, therefore, she was oblig⯑ed to pass, in order to reach the stair-case, which terminated in the hall below.

Bearing the light in her left hand, she with⯑drew the bolt of the door, and opened. In spite of courageous efforts, she opened with unwilling⯑ness, and shuddered to throw a glance forward or advance a step into the room. This was not needed, to reveal to her the cause of her late dis⯑turbance. Her eye instantly lighted on the body of a man, supine, motionless, stretched on the floor, close to the door through which she was about to pass.

A spectacle like this, was qualified to startle her. She shrunk back and fixed a more steadfast [315] eye, upon the prostrate person. There was no mark of blood or of wounds, but there was some⯑thing in the attitude, more significant of death than of sleep. His face rested on the floor, and his ragged locks concealed what part of his vi⯑sage was not hidden by his posture. His garb was characterized by fashionable elegance, but was polluted with dust.

The image that first occurred to her, was that of Ormond. This instantly gave place to ano⯑ther, which was familiar to her apprehension. It was at first too indistinctly seen to suggest a name. She continued to gaze and to be lost in fearful astonishment. Was this the person whose entrance had been overheard, and who had drag⯑ged himself hither to die at her door? Yet, in that case, would not groans and expiring efforts have testified his condition, and invoked her suc⯑cour? Was he not brought hither in the arms of his assassin? She mused upon the possible motives that induced some one thus to act, and upon the connection that might subsist, between her desti⯑ny and that of the dead.

Her meditations, however fruitless, in other respects, could not fail to shew her the propriety of hastening from this spot. To scrutinize the form or face of the dead, was a task, to which her courage was unequal. Suitably accompanied and guarded, she would not scruple to return and ascertain, by the most sedulous examination, the causes of this ominous event.

She stept over the breathless corpse, and hurried to the stair-case. It became her to maintain the command of her muscles and joints, and to pro⯑ceed without faultering or hesitation. Scarcely had she reached the entrance of the hall, when, casting anxious looks forward, she beheld an hu⯑man [316] figure. No scrutiny was requisite to inform her, that this was Ormond.

She stopped. He approached her with looks and gestures, placid but solemn. There was nothing in his countenance rugged or malig⯑nant. On the contrary, there were tokens of compassion.

So, said he, I expected to meet you. A light, gleaming from the window, marked you out. This, and Laffert's directions, have guided me.

What, said Constance, with discomposure in her accent, was your motive for seeking me?

Have you forgotten, said Ormond, what past at our last interview? The evil that I then pre⯑dicted is at hand. Perhaps, you were incredu⯑lous: You accounted me a madman or deciever: Now I am come to witness the fulfilment of my words, and the completion of your destiny. To rescue you, I have not come: That is not within the compass of human powers.

Poor Constantia! he continued, in tones that manifseted genuine sympathy, look upon thyself as lost. The toils that beset thee are inextrica⯑ble. Summon up thy patience to endure the evil. Now will the last and heaviest trial betide thy fortitude. I could weep for thee, if my man⯑ly nature would permit. This is the scene of thy calamity, and this the hour.

These words were adapted to excite curiosity mingled with terror. Ormond's deportment was of an unexampled tenor, as well as that evil which he had so ambiguously predicted. He offered not protection from danger, and yet gave no proof of being himself an agent or auxiliary. After a minute's pause, Constantia recovering a firm tone, said:

Mr. Ormond! Your recent deportment but ill accords with your professions of sincerity and [317] plain dealing. What your purpose is, or whe⯑ther you have any purpose, I am at a loss to con⯑jecture. Whether you most deserve censure or ridicule, is a point which you afford me not the means of deciding, and to which, unless on your own account, I am indifferent. If you are wil⯑ling to be more explicit, or if there be any topic on which you wish further to converse, I will not refuse your company to Laffert's dwelling. Lon⯑ger to remain here, would be indiscrete and ab⯑surd.

So saying, she motioned towards the door. Or⯑mond was passive, and seemed indisposed to pre⯑vent her departure, till she laid her hand upon the lock. He then, without moving from his place, exclaimed:

Stay. Must this meeting, which fate ordains to be the last, be so short? Must a time and place so suitable, for what remains to be said and done, be neglected or misused? No. You charge me with duplicity, and deem my conduct either ridiculous or criminal. I have stated my reasons for concealment, but these have failed to con⯑vince you. Well. Here is now an end to doubt. All ambiguities are preparing to vanish.

When Ormond began to speak, Constance paused to hearken to him. His vehemence was not of that nature, which threatened to obstruct her passage. It was by intreaty that he appa⯑rently endeavoured to detain her steps, and not by violence. Hence arose her patience to listen. He continued:

Constance! thy father is dead. Art thou not desirous of detecting the authour of his fate? Will it afford thee no consolation to know that the deed is punished? Wilt thou suffer me to drag the murderer to thy feet? Thy justice will [318] be gratified by this sacrifice. Somewhat will be due to him who avenged thy wrong in the blood of the perpetrator? What sayest thou? Grant me thy permission, and, in a moment, I will drag him hither.

These words called up the image of the per⯑son, whose corpse she had lately seen. It was readily conceived that to him Ormond alluded, but this was the assassin of her father, and his crime had been detected and punished by Or⯑mond! These images had no other effect than to urge her departure: She again applied her hand to the lock, and said:

This scene must not be prolonged. My fa⯑ther's death I desire not to hear explained or to see revenged, but whatever information you are willing or able to communicate, must be deferred.

Nay, interrupted Ormond, with augmented vehemence, art thou equally devoid of curiosity and justice? Thinkest thou, that the enmity which bereft thy father of life, will not seek thy own? There are evils which I cannot prevent thee from enduring, but there are, likewise, ills which my counsel will enable thee and thy friend to shun. Save me from witnessing thy death. Thy father's destiny is sealed; all that remained was to punish his assassin: But thou and thy So⯑phia still live. Why should ye perish by a like stroke?

This intimation was sufficient to arrest the steps of Constance. She withdrew her hand from the door, and fixed eyes of the deepest anxiety on Ormond;—What mean you? How am I to un⯑derstand —

Ah! said Ormond, I see thou wilt consent to stay. Thy detention shall not be long. Remain where thou art during one moment; merely while I drag hither thy enemy, and shew thee a visage [319] which thou wilt not be slow to recognize. Say⯑ing this, he hastily ascended the staircase, and quickly passed beyond her sight.

Deportment thus mysterious, could not fail of bewildering her thoughts. There was somewhat in the looks and accents of Ormond, different from former appearances: tokens of an hidden purpose and a smothered meaning, were percep⯑tible: A mixture of the inoffensive and the law⯑less which added to the loneliness and silence that encompassed her, produced a faultering emo⯑tion. Her curiosity was overpowered by her fear, and the resolution was suddenly conceived, of seizing this opportunity to escape.

A third time she put her hand to the lock and attempted to open. The effort was ineffectual. The door that was accustomed to obey the gent⯑lest touch, was now immoveable. She had late⯑ly unlocked and past through it. Her eager in⯑spection convinced her that the principal bolt was still withdrawn, but a smaller one was now perceived, of whose existence she had not been apprized, and over which her key had no power.

Now did she first harbour a fear that was intel⯑ligible in its dictates. Now did she first perceive herself sinking in the toils of some lurking enemy. Hope whispered that this foe was not Ormond. His conduct had bespoken no willingness to put constraint upon her steps. He talked not as if he were aware of this obstruction, and yet his seeming acquiescence might have flowed from a knowledge that she had no power to remove be⯑yond his reach.

He warned her of danger to her life, of which he was her self-appointed rescuer. His counsel was to arm her with sufficient caution; the peril that awaited her was imminent; this was the time and place of its occurrence, and here she was [320] compelled to remain, till the power that fastened, would condescend to loose the door. There were other avenues to the hall. These were ac⯑customed to be locked, but Ormond had found access, and if all continued fast, it was incontest⯑able that he was the authour of this new impedi⯑ment.

The other avenues were hastily examined. All were bolted and locked. The first impulse led her to call for help from without, but the man⯑sion was distant from Laffert's habitation. This spot was wholly unfrequented. No passenger was likely to be stationed where her call could be heard. Besides, this forcible detention might operate for a short time, and be attended with no mischievous consequences. Whatever was to come, it was her duty to collect her courage and encounter it.

The steps of Ormond above now gave tokens of his approach. Vigilant observance of this man was all that her situation permitted. A vehe⯑ment effort restored her to some degree of com⯑posure. Her stifled palpitations allowed her steadfastly to notice him, as he now descended the stair, bearing a lifeless body in his arms. There, said he, as he cast it at her feet, Whose countenance is that? Who would imagine that features like those, belonged to an assassin and imposter?

Closed eyelids and fallen muscles, could not hide from her lineaments so often seen. She shrunk back and exclaimed—Thomas Craig!

A pause succeeded, in which she alternately gazed at the countenance of this unfortunate wretch and at Ormond. At length, the latter exclaimed:

Well, my girl; hast thou examined him? Dost thou recognize a friend or an enemy?

[321]I know him well; but how came this? What purpose brought him hither? Who was the au⯑thour of his fate?

Have I not already told thee that Ormond was his own avenger and thine? To thee and to me he has been a robber. To him thy father is in⯑debted for the loss not only of property but life. Did crimes like these merit a less punishment? And what recompense is due to him whose vigi⯑lance pursued him hither, and made him pay for his offences with his blood? What benefit have I recieved at thy hand to authorize me, for thy sake, to take away his life?

No benefit recieved from me, said Constance, would justify such an act. I should have abhor⯑ed myself for annexing to my benefits, so bloody a condition. It calls for no gratitude or recom⯑pense. Its suitable attendant is remorse. That he is a thief, I know but too well: that my fa⯑ther died by his hands is incredible.—No motives or means —

Why so? interrupted Ormond. Does not sleep seal up the senses? Cannot closets be unlocked at midnight? Cannot adjoining houses communi⯑cate by doors? Cannot these doors be hidden from suspicion by a sheet of canvass?—

These words were of startling and abundant import. They reminded her of circumstances in her father's chamber, which sufficiently explained the means by which his life was assailed. The closet, and its canvass-covered wall; the adjoin⯑ing house untenanted and shut up—but this house, though unoccupied, belonged to Ormond! From the inferences which flowed hence, her attention was withdrawn by her companion, who continued:

Do these means imply the interposal of a mira⯑cle? His motives? What scruples can be expect⯑ed [322] from a man innured, from infancy, to cunning and pillage? Will he abstain from murder when urged by excruciating poverty, by menaces of persecution: by terror of expiring on the gallows?

Tumultuous suspicions were now awakened in the mind of Constance. Her faultering voice scarcely allowed her to ask: How know you that Craig was thus guilty; that these were his incite⯑ments and means?—

Ormond's solemnity now gave place to a tone of sarcasm and looks of exultation: Poor Con⯑stance! Thou art still pestered with incredulity and doubts! My veracity is still in question! My knowledge, girl, is infallible. That these were his means of access I cannot be ignorant, for I pointed them out. He was urged by these mo⯑tives, for they were stated and enforced by me. His was the deed, for I stood beside him when it was done.

These, indeed, were terms that stood in no need of further explanation. The veil that shroud⯑ed this formidable being, was lifted high enough to make him be regarded with inexplicable hor⯑ror. What his future acts should be, how his omens of ill were to be solved, were still involv⯑ed in uncertainty.

In the midst of the fears for her own safety, by which Constantia was now assailed, the image of her father was revived; keen regret and vehe⯑ment upbraiding were conjured up:

Craig then was the instrument, and your's the instigation that destroyed my father! In what had he offended you? What cause had he given for resentment?

Cause! replied he, with impetuous accents, Resentment! None. My motive was benevo⯑lent: My deed conferred a benefit. I gave him sight and took away his life, from motives equal⯑ly [323] wise. Know you not that Ormond was fool enough to set value on the affections of a woman? These were sought with preposterous anxiety and endless labour. Among other facilitators of his purpose, he summoned gratitude to his aid. To snatch you from poverty, to restore his sight to your father, were expected to operate as incen⯑tives to love.

But here I was the dupe of error. A thousand prejudices stood in my way. These, provided our intercourse were not obstructed, I hoped to subdue. The rage of innovation seized your fa⯑ther: this, blended with a mortal antipathy to me, made him labour to seduce you from the bo⯑som of your peaceful country: to make you enter on a boisterous sea; to visit lands where all is havock and hostility. To snatch you from the in⯑fluence of my arguments.

This new obstacle I was bound to remove. While revolving the means, chance and his evil destiny threw Craig in my way. I soon convinc⯑ed him that his reputation and his life were in my hands. His retention of these depended upon my will; on the performance of conditions which I prescribed.

My happiness and your's, depended on your concurrence with my wishes. Your father's life was an obstacle to your concurrence. For killing him, therefore, I may claim your gratitude. His death was a due and disinterested offering, at the altar of your felicity and mine.

My deed was not injurious to him. At his age, death, whose coming, at some period, is inevi⯑table, could not be distant. To make it unfore⯑seen and brief, and void of pain; to preclude the torments of a lingering malady; a slow and visi⯑ble descent to the grave; was the dictates of be⯑neficence. But of what value was a continuance [324] of his life? Either you would have gone with him to Europe, or have staid at home with me. In the first case, his life would have been rapidly consumed by perils and cares. In the second, separation from you, and union with me, a being so detestable, would equally have poisoned his existence.

Craig's cowardice and crimes, made him a pli⯑ant and commodious tool. I pointed out the way. The unsuspected door, which led into the closet of your father's chamber, was made by my direction, during the life of Hellen. By this ave⯑nue I was wont to post myself, where all your conversations could be overheard. By this ave⯑nue, an entrance and retreat were afforded to the agent of my newest purpose.

Fool that I was! I solaced myself with the be⯑lief that all impediments were now smoothed, when a new enemy appeared: My folly lasted as long as my hope. I saw that to gain your affec⯑tions, fortified by antiquated scruples, and obse⯑quious to the guidance of this new monitor, was impossible. It is not my way to toil after that which is beyond my reach. If the greater good be inaccessible, I learn to be contented with the less.

I have served you with successless sedulity. I have set an engine in act to obliterate an obstacle to your felicity, and lay your father at rest. Un⯑der my guidance, this engine was productive on⯑ly of good. Governed by itself or by another, it will only work you harm. I have, therefore, has⯑tened to destroy it. Lo! it is now before you motionless and impotent.

For this complexity of benefit I look for no re⯑ward. I am not tired of well-doing. Having ceased to labour for an unattainable good, I have come hither to possess myself of all that I now [325] crave, and by the same deed to afford you an il⯑lustrious opportunity to signalize your wisdom and your fortitude.

During this speech, the mind of Constance be⯑came more deeply pervaded with dread of some over-hanging but incomprehensible evil. The strongest impulse was, to gain a safe asylum, at a distance from this spot, and from the presence of this extraordinary being. This impulse was followed by the recollection, that her liberty was taken away: That egress from the hall was de⯑nied her, and that this restriction might be part of some conspiracy of Ormond, against her life.

Security from danger like this, would be, in the first place, sought, by one of Constantia's sex and opinions, in flight. This had been rendered, by some fatal chance, or by the precautions of her foe, impracticable. Stratagem or force was all that remained, to elude or disarm her adversary. For the contrivance and execution of frauds, all the habits of her life and all the maxims of her education, had conspired to unfit her. Her force of muscles would avail her nothing, against the superior energy of Ormond.

She remembered that to inflict death, was no iniquitous exertson of self-defence, and that the pen-knife which she held in her hand, was capa⯑ble of this service. She had used it to remove any lurking obstruction in the wards of her key, supposing, for a time, this to be the cause of her failing to withdraw the bolt of the door. This resource, was, indeed, scarcely less disastrous and deplorable, than any fate from which it could rescue her. Some uncertainty still involv⯑ed the intentions of Ormond. As soon as he paused, she spoke:

How am I to understand this prelude? Let me know the full extent of my danger; why it is that [326] I am hindered from leaving this house, and why this interview was sought.

Ah! Constance! This, indeed, is merely pre⯑lude to a scene that is to terminate my influence over thy fate. When this is past, I have sworn to part with thee forever. Art thou still dubious of my purpose? Art thou not a woman? And have I not intreated for thy love, and been re⯑jected?

Canst thou imagine that I aim at thy life? My avowals of love were sincere; my passion was vehement and undisguised. It gave dignity and value to a gift in thy power, as a woman, to be⯑stow. This has been denied. That gift has lost none of its value in my eyes. What thou refus⯑edst to bestow, it is in my power to extort. I came for that end. When this end is accomplish⯑ed, I will restore thee to liberty.

These words were accompanied by looks, that rendered all explanation of their meaning useless. The evil reserved for her, hitherto obscured by half-disclosed and contradictory attributes, was now sufficiently apparent. The truth in this re⯑spect unveiled itself with the rapidity and bright⯑ness of an electrical flash.

She was silent. She cast her eyes at the win⯑dows and doors. Escape through them was hope⯑less. She looked at those lineaments of Ormond which evinced his disdain of supplication and in⯑exorable passions. She felt that intreaty and ar⯑gument would be vain. That all appeals to his compassion and benevolence would counter⯑act her purpose, since, in the unexampled con⯑formation of this man's mind, these principles were made subservient to his most flagitious designs. Considerations of justice and pity were made, by a fatal perverseness of reasoning, champions and bulwarks of his most atrocious mistakes.

[327]The last extremes of opposition, the most vio⯑lent expedients for defence, would be justified by being indispensable. To find safety for her ho⯑nor, even in the blood of an assailant, was the prescription of duty. The equity of this species of defence, was not, in the present confusion of her mind, a subject of momentary doubt.

To forewarn him of her desperate purpose, would be to furnish him with means of counter⯑action. Her weapon would easily be wrested from her feeble hand. Ineffectual opposition would only precipitate her evil destiny. A rage, contented with nothing less than her life, might be awakened in his bosom. But was not this to be desired? Death, untimely and violent, was better than the loss of honor.

This thought led to a new series of reflections. She involuntarily shrunk from the act of killing, but would her efforts to destroy her adversary, be effectual? Would not his strength and dexterity, easily repel or elude them? Her power, in this respect, was questionable, but her power was undeniably sufficient to a different end. The instrument, which could not rescue her from this injury, by the destruction of another, might save her from it by her own destruction.

These thoughts rapidly occurred, but the reso⯑lution to which they led, was scarcely formed, when Ormond advanced towards her. She re⯑coiled a few steps, and, shewing the knife which she held, said:

Ormond! Beware! Know that my unaltera⯑ble resolution is, to die uninjured. I have the means in my power. Stop where you are; one step more, and I plunge this knife into my heart. I know that to contend with your strength or your reason, would be vain. To turn this wea⯑pon against you, I should not fear, if I were sure [328] of success; but to that I will not trust. To save a greater good by the sacrifice of life, is in my power, and that sacrifice shall be made.

Poor Constance! replied Ormond, in a tone of contempt: So! thou preferrest thy imaginary honor to life! To escape this injury without a name or substance: Without connection with the past or future; without contamination of thy pu⯑rity or thraldom of thy will; thou wilt kill thy⯑self: Put an end to thy activity in virtue's cause: Rob thy friend of her solace: The world of thy beneficence: Thyself of being and pleasure?

I shall be grieved for the fatal issue of my ex⯑periment: I shall mourn over thy martyrdom to the most opprobrious and contemptible of all er⯑rors, but that thou shouldst undergo the trial is decreed. There is still an interval of hope, that thy cowardice is counterfeited, or that it will give place to wisdom and courage.

Whatever thou intendest, by way of preven⯑tion or cure, it behoves thee to employ with steadfastness. Die with the guilt of suicide and the brand of cowardice upon thy memory, or live with thy claims to felicity and approbation un⯑diminished. Chuse which thou wilt. Thy deci⯑sion is of moment to thyself, but of none to me. Living or dead, the prize that I have in view shall be mine.—

CHAPTER XXIX.

IT will be requisite to withdraw your atten⯑tion from this scene for a moment, and fix it on myself. My impatience of my friend's delay, for some days preceding this disastrous interview, be⯑came continually more painful. As the time of our departure approached, my dread of some mis⯑fortune or impediment increased. Ormond's dis⯑appearance from the scene, contributed but little to my consolation. To wrap his purposes in mys⯑tery, to place himself at seeming distance, was the usual artifice of such as he; was necessary to the maturing of his project, and the hopeless en⯑tanglement of his victim. I saw no means of placing the safety of my friend beyond his reach. Between different methods of procedure, there was, however, room for choice▪ Her present abode was more hazardous than abode in the city. To be alone, argued a state more defenceless and perilous, than to be attended by me.

I wrote her an urgent admonition to return. My remonstrances were couched in such terms, as, in my own opinion, laid her under the neces⯑sity of immediate compliance. The letter was dispatched, by the usual messenger, and for some hours I solaced myself with the prospect of a speedy meeting.

These thoughts gave place to doubt and ap⯑prehension. I began to distrust the efficacy of my arguments, and to invent a thousand reasons, inducing her, in defiance of my rhetorick, at least to protract her absence. These reasons, I had not previously conceived, and had not, there⯑fore, [330] attempted, in my letter, to invalidate their force. This omission was possible to be supplied in a second epistle, but, meanwhile, time would be lost, and my new arguments, might, like the old, fail to convince her. At least, the tongue was a much more versatile and powerful advocate than the pen, and by hastening to her habitation, I might either compell her to return with me, or ward off danger by my presence, or share it with her. I finally resolved to join her, by the spee⯑diest conveyance.

This resolution was suggested, by the medita⯑tions of a sleepless night. I rose with the dawn and sought out the means of transporting myself, with most celerity, to the abode of my friend. A stage-boat, accustomed, twice a day, to cross New-York bay to Staten-Island, was prevailed upon, by liberal offers, to set out upon the voy⯑age at the dawn of day. The sky was gloomy, and the air boisterous and unsettled. The wind, suddenly becoming tempestuous and adverse, rendered the voyage at once tedious and full of peril. A voyage of nine miles was not effected in less that eight hours, and without imminent and hair-breadth danger of being drowned.

Fifteen miles of the journey remained to be performed by land. A carriage, with the utmost difficulty, was procured, but lank horses and a crazy vehicle were but little in unison with my impatience. We reached not Amboy-ferry till some hours after nightfall. I was rowed across the sound, and proceeded to accomplish the re⯑mainder of my journey, about three miles, on foot.

I was actuated to this speed; by indefinite, but powerful motives. The belief that my speedy arrival was essential to the rescue of my friend from some inexpiable injury, haunted me with ceaseless importunity. On no account would I [331] have consented to postpone this precipitate ex⯑pedition till the morrow.

I, at length, arrived at Dudley's farm-house. The inhabitants were struck with wonder at the sight of me. My cloathes were stained by the water, by which every passenger was copiously sprinkled, during our boisterous navigation, and soiled by dust: My frame was almost overpow⯑ered by fatigue and abstinence.

To my anxious enquiries respecting my friend, they told me that her evenings were usually spent at the mansion, where, it was probable, she was now to be found. They were not apprized of any inconvenience or danger, that betided her. It was her custom sometimes to prolong her ab⯑sence till midnight.

I could not applaud the discretion nor censure the temerity of this proceeding. My mind was harrassed by unintelligible omens and self-confut⯑ed fears. To obviate the danger and to banish my inquietudes, was my first duty. For this end I hastened to the mansion. Having passed the intervening hillocks and copses, I gained a view of the front of the building. My heart suddenly sunk, on observing that no apartment, not even that in which I knew it was her custom to sit at these unseasonable hours, was illuminated. A gleam from the window of the study, I should have regarded as an argument, at once, of her presence and her safety.

I approached the house with misgiving and faultering steps. The gate leading into a spa⯑cious court was open. A sound on one side at⯑tracted my attention. In the present state of my thoughts, any near or unexplained sound, suffic⯑ed to startle me. Looking towards the quarter, whence my panic was excited, I espied, through [332] the dusk, an horse grazing, with his bridle thrown over his neck.

This appearance was a new source of perplex⯑ity and alarm. The inference was unavoidable, that a visitant was here. Who that visitant was, and how he was now employed, was a sub⯑ject of eager but fruitless curiosity. Within and around the mansion, all was buried in the deep⯑est repose. I now approached the principal door, and looking through the key-hole, perceiv⯑ed a lamp, standing on the lowest step of the stair-case. It shed a pale light over the lofty cieling and marble balustrades. No face or movement of an human being was perceptible.

These tokens assured me that some one was within; they also accounted for the non-appear⯑ance of light, at the window above. I withdrew my eye from this avenue, and was preparing to knock loudly for admission, when my attention was awakened by some one, who advanced to the door from the inside, and seemed busily en⯑gaged in unlocking. I started back and waited with impatience, till the door should open and the person issue forth.

Presently I heard a voice within, exclaim, in accents of mingled terror and grief—O what— what will become of me? Shall I never be re⯑leased from this detested prison?

The voice was that of Constance. It pene⯑trated to my heart like an ice-bolt. I once more darted a glance through the crevice. A figure, with difficulty recognized to be that of my friend, now appeared in sight. Her hands were clasped on her breast, her eyes wildly fixed upon the cieling and streaming with tears, and her hair unbound and falling confusedly over her bosom and neck.

[333]My sensations scarcely permitted me to call— Constance! For Heaven's sake what has hap⯑pened to you? Open the door I beseach you.

What voice is that? Sophia Courtland! O my friend! I am imprisoned. Some daemon has bar⯑red the door, beyond my power to unfasten. Ah! Why comest thou so late? Thy succour would have somewhat profited, if sooner given, but now, the lost Constantia—here her voice sunk into convulsive sobs.—

In the midst of my own despair, on perceiving the fulfilment of my apprehensions, and what I regarded as the fatal execution of some project of Ormond, I was not insensible to the suggestions of prudence. I intreated my friend to retain her courage, while I flew to Laffert's, and returned with suitable assistance to burst open the door.

The people of the farm-house readily obeyed my summons. Accompanied by three men of powerful sinews, sons and servants of the farmer, I returned with the utmost expedition to the man⯑sion. The lamp still remained in its former place, but our loudest calls were unanswered. The silence was uninterrupted and profound.

The door yielded to strenuous and repeated ef⯑forts, and I rushed into the hall. The first ob⯑ject that met my sight, was my friend, stretched upon the floor, pale and motionless, supine and with all the tokens of death!

From this object my attention was speedily at⯑tracted, by two figures, breathless and supine, like that of Constance. One of them was Or⯑mond. A smile of disdain still sat upon his fea⯑tures. The wound, by which he fell, was secret, and was scarcely betrayed by the effusion of a drop of blood. The face of the third victim was familiar to my early days. It was that of the im⯑poster, [334] whose artifice had torn from Mr. Dud⯑ley his peace and fortune.

An explication of this scene was hopeless. By what disastrous and inscrutable fate, a place like this became the scene of such complicated havock, to whom Craig was indebted for his death, what evil had been meditated or inflicted by Ormond, and by what means his project had arrived at this bloody consummation, were topics of wild and fearful conjecture.

But my friend—the first impulse of my fears was, to regard her as dead. Hope and a closer observation, outrooted, or at least, suspended this opinion. One of the men lifted her in his arms. No trace of blood or mark of fatal violence was discoverable, and the effusion of cold water restored her, though slowly, to life.

To withdraw her from this spectacle of death was my first care. She suffered herself to be led to the farm-house. She was carried to her cham⯑ber. For a time she appeared incapable of recol⯑lection. She grasped my hand, as I sat by her bed- [...]ide, but scarcely gave any other tokens of life.

From this state of inactivity she gradually reco⯑vered. I was actuated by a thousand forebod⯑ings, but refrained from molesting her by inter⯑rogation or condolence. I watched by her side in silence, but was eager to collect from her own lips, an account of this mysterious transac⯑tion.

At length she opened her eyes, and appeared to recollect her present situation, and the events which led to it. I inquired into her condition, and asked if there were any thing in my power to procure or perform for her.

O! my friend! she answered, what have I done; what have I suffered within the last dread⯑ful [335] hour? The remembrance, though insupporta⯑ble, will never leave me. You can do nothing for my relief. All I claim, is your compassion and your sympathy.

I hope, said I, that nothing has happened to load you with guilt or with shame.

Alas! I know not. My deed was scarcely the fruit of intention. It was suggested by a momen⯑tary frenzy. I saw no other means of escaping from vileness and pollution. I was menaced with an evil worse than death. I forbore till my strength was almost subdued: The lapse of ano⯑ther moment would have placed me beyond hope.

My stroke was desperate and at random. It answered my purpose too well. He cast at me a look of terrible upbraiding, but spoke not. His heart was pierced, and he sunk, as if struck by lightning, at my feet. O much-erring and un⯑happy Ormond! That thou shouldst thus untime⯑ly perish! That I should be thy executioner!

These words sufficiently explained the scene that I had witnessed. The violence of Ormond had been repulsed by equal violence. His foul attempts had been prevented by his death. Not to deplore the necessity which had produced this act was impossible; but, since this necessity ex⯑isted, it was surely not a deed to be thought upon with lasting horror, or to be allowed to gene⯑rate remorse.

In consequence of this catastrophe, arduous du⯑ties had devolved upon me. The people that surrounded me, were powerless with terror. Their ignorance and cowardice left them of a loss how to act in this emergency. They be⯑sought my direction, and willingly performed whatever I thought proper to enjoin upon them.

N / o deliberation was necessary to acquaint me with my duty. Laffert was dispatched to the [336] nearest magistrate with a letter, in which his im⯑mediate presence was intreated, and these trans⯑actions were briefly explained. Early the next day the formalities of justice, in the inspection of the bodies and the examination of witnesses, were executed. It would be needless to dwell on the particulars of this catastrophe. A sufficient ex⯑planation has been given of the causes that led to it. They were such as exempted my friend from legal animadversion. Her act was prompted by motives which every scheme of jurisprudence known in the world not only exculpates but ap⯑plauds. To state these motives, before a tribu⯑nal hastily formed, and exercising its functions on the spot, was a task not to be avoided, though infinitely painful. Remonstrances, the most ur⯑gent and pathetic, could scarcely conquer her re⯑luctance.

This task, however, was easy, in comparison with that which remained. To restore health and equanimity to my friend; to repel the errone⯑ous accusations of her conscience; to hinder her from musing, with eternal anguish, upon this ca⯑tastrophe; to lay the spirit of secret upbraiding by which she was incessantly tormented; which bereft her of repose; empoisoned all her enjoy⯑ments, and menaced, not only, the subversion of her peace, but the speedy destruction of her life, became my next employment.

My counsels and remonstrances were not whol⯑ly inefficacious. They afforded me the prospect of her ultimate restoration to tranquillity. Mean⯑while, I called to my aid, the influence of time and of a change of scene. I hastened to embark with her for Europe. Our voyage was tempes⯑tuous and dangerous, but storms and perils at length gave way to security and repose.

[337]Before our voyage was commenced, I endea⯑voured to procure tidings of the true condition and designs of Ormond. My information ex⯑tended no further, than that he had put his Ame⯑rican property into the hands of Mr. Melbourne, and was preparing to embark for France. Court⯑land, who has since been at Paris, and who, while there, became confidentially acquainted with Martinette de Beauvais, has communicated facts of an unexpected nature.

At the period of Ormond's return to Philadel⯑phia, at which his last interview with Constance, in that city, took place, he visited Martinette. He avowed himself to be her brother, and sup⯑ported his pretensions, by relating the incidents of his early life. A separation, at the age of fif⯑teen, and which had lasted for the same number of years, may be supposed to have considerably changed the countenance and figure she had for⯑merly known. His relationship was chiefly prov⯑ed by the enumeration of incidents, of which her brother only could be apprized.

He possessed a minute acquaintance with her own adventures, but concealed from her the means by which he had procured the knowledge. He had rarely and imperfectly alluded to his own opinions and projects, and had maintained an invariable silence, on the subject of his connec⯑tion with Constance and Hellen. Being inform⯑ed of her intention to return to France, he readily complied with her request to accompany her in this voyage. His intentions in this respect were frustrated by the dreadful catastrophe that has been just related. Respecting this event, Marti⯑nette had collected only vague and perplexing information. Courtland, though able to remove her doubts, thought proper to withhold from her the knowledge he possessed.

[338]Since her arrival in England, the life of my friend has experienced little variation. Of her personal deportment and domestic habits, you have been a witness: these, therefore, it would be needless for me to exhibit. It is sufficient to have related events, which the recentness of your intercourse with her hindered you from knowing, but by means of some formal narrative like the present. She and her friend only were able to impart to you the knowledge which you have so anxiously sought. In consideration of your me⯑rits and of your attachment to my friend, I have consented to devote my leisure to this task.

It is now finiſhed; and I have only to add my wishes, that the perusal of this tale may afford you as much instruction, as the contemplation of the sufferings and vicissitudes of Constantia Dudley has afforded to me. Farewel!