anguiſh on it—the trembling light ſoon diſappeared—wild fancy fluſhed in her eyes, and animated her inceſſant rant. She ſung ſeveral verſes of different ſongs, talked of her huſband's ill-uſage—enquired if he had lately been to ſea; and frequently addreſſed her father as if he were behind her chair, or ſitting by her.
Charles could not bear this ſcene—If I could loſe like her a ſenſe of woe, he cried, this intolerable anguiſh would not tear my heart! The fortune which he had intended for her could not reſtore her reaſon; but, had he ſent for her ſoon after her father’s death, he might have ſaved her and comforted himſelf.
The laſt ſtroke was worſe than the firſt; he retired to this abode; melancholy creeping on him, he let his beard grow, and the garden run wild. One room in the houſe the poor lunatic inhabited; and he had a proper perſon to attend her, and guard her from the dangers ſhe wiſhed to encounter. Every day he viſited her, the ſight of her would almoſt have unhinged a ſound mind
