scription is inadequate to the scene; I leave you to imagine it.
"Does gaiety only inhabit towns? Is it alone seen in the splendid assembly? Are not midnight festivities often sources of sorrow, broken sleep, emaciated healthy mental vexation, including a numerous train of ills? Cannot gaiety be the inmate of a cottage? Oh, yes—pure of all alloy, I have seen it beaming in the face of every honest peasant. Gaiety has, of late, been my constant companion; has attended me in every occupation: when I walk, nature opens all her treasures to salute me; the whole creation smiling, seems to say, 'Enjoy, oh man! rejoice, and be happy!'
"I am now truly so, as is also Angelina. That placid resignation, deriving its birth from religion, has enabled her to control and subdue her feelings, more than I could have imagined, for the loss of her revered parent, gifted as she is with such acute sensibility. It is true she can now no longer lend a delighted ear to his elevated precepts; but they are engraven on her heart. Her parent is gone to those enjoyments earth could no more afford him, prepared as he was for heaven, and the beatitudes of an eternal state. Such is the light in which his child beholds her loss: well persuaded of this, and deeply instructed upon theolo-
