to the spot, which I found suited me so well, as to leave me no other consideration than the necessary arrangements to be made previous to entering; upon which Lovesworth told me the bargain was already struck, that the place was mine, and that all I had to do was to take possession. I was enchanted by the unexpected pleasure he had prepared for me: and so greatly had he attended to all that might in the least interest or gratify me, that, in conducting me over the grounds, he brought me to a spot, though distant and without the precincts, hedged in as if apparently forming a part of them. Nothing could be more retired, more isolated, more wholly obscured than that small recess; a sort of solemn feeling took possession of me upon perceiving we approached a cenotaph, bearing on the top an urn; an irresistible impulse led me to inspect the inscription; I bent over it, and found, to my surprise, it had been erected to the memory of my husband, by his son, the filial and affectionate Lovesworth. Such an act, you may conceive, had its due weight upon my feelings; but, alas! though it reminded me of the loss I had sustained, and caused my tears to reflow, the remains of my departed husband were not there,—they were left upon a foreign shore. Nevertheless, I was not the less sensible of this testimony of respect to his father, and attention to myself. It has tended also to render the spot invaluable and dear to me beyond measure,
"The place where the monument is erected con-
