style myself; and, as a first proof of my regard, I offer you this advice, correct your vanity, which is ridiculous; exert your absurd caprices upon others; and leave me in peace.
Your most obedient servant,
Glenarvon.
This letter was sealed and directed by
Lady Mandeville; but the hand that
wrote it was Lord Glenarvon's; and
therefore it had its full effect. Yes; it
went as it was intended, to the very
heart; and the wound thus given, was as
deep as the most cruel enemy could
have desired. The grief of a mother for
the loss of her child has been described,
though the hand of the painter fails ever
in expressing the agonies of that moment.
The sorrows of a mistress when
losing the lover she adores, has been the
theme of every age. Poetry and painting,
have exhausted the expression of
her despair, and painted to the life, that
which themselves could conceive—could
