CHAPTER X.
"What scenes of glory rise
Before my dazzled eyes!
Young zephyrs wave their wanton wings,
And melody celestial rings."
Beattie.
If, upon a short acquaintance, Dr. Lovesworth made so favourable an impression upon the De Brookes, it greatly increased when his dignified character became still more unfolded to their view—when he exhibited the many virtues with which he was replete, and when his enlarged mind, intelligence, and wisdom became upon every interview more discernible.
In possession of friends and fortune, but above all distinguished for talent and worth, he had received church preferment, and taken his degree as Doctor of Divinity. He had been a widower about nine years, previous to which he had experienced all the felicity that the connubial state, when blessed with a kindred partner, can possibly afford,—when congenial minds unite in one, and form the true bond of reciprocal union. His par-
