she could not immediately extricate herself from her embrace.
Lady Augusta, eager to talk, exclaimed—"Did you meet any of the patrole?" "I was reading the address to the united Irishmen," said Calantha, who could hear and think of nothing else." "Are you aware who is the author?" "No; but it is so eloquent, so animated, I was quite alarmed when I thought how it must affect the people." "You shock me, Calantha," said Mrs. Seymour. "The absurd rhapsody you mean, is neither eloquent nor animating: it is a despicable attempt to subvert the government, a libel upon the English, and a poor piece of flattery to delude the infatuated malcontents in Ireland. Lady Augusta winked at Calantha, as if informing her that she touched upon a sore subject. "The author," said Lady Trelawney, who affected to be an enthusiast, is Lord Glenarvon."
"I wish Frances," said Mrs. Seymour, "you would call people by their right
