CHAPTER XVI.
"He gazed, he saw; he knew the face
Of beauty, and the form of grace!
It was Francesca by his side,
The maid who might have been his bride."
Byron.
After Dr. Lovesworth had paid the last duties and tribute of sorrow due to the memory of his deceased young friend, and had experienced the consolation of seeing that his exertions to restore peace to the afflicted parents had not been entirely fruitless, he returned to Wales, again to enjoy the retirement of his own quiet but circumscribed dwelling, where, to avoid further detail, we find it convenient unceremoniously to transport him.
On hearing his recital of the death of Philimore, the De Brookes could not restrain their tears. Few possessed the power of acting as a mediator, of calming the feelings, and gaining upon the confidence so much as Dr. Lovesworth; and charged as he had been by his dying friend, as also by Oriana, to disclose the circumstance of their long and secret intercourse, he thought the present time would be the most favourable for the occasion.
When he had ceased to speak, the General, with
