that "great city whose light was as a stone most precious, clear as crystal; whose walls were garnished with all manner of such, and whose twelve gates were as twelve pearls." How magnificently grand this imagery! thought Rosilia; it is doubtless symbolical of vast interior realities,—of too great magnitude, she was well aware, for the comparatively feeble grasp of her comprehension to encompass.
Mrs. Arden, little imagining what was passing in her niece's mind, felt pleased at seeing her thus intently survey the treasures of her casket. Having made her arrangements, she descended with Rosilia to the drawing-room, where was Mr. Arden, who, rising, made Rosilia his bow, accompanied by a stateliness of manner greatly calculated to inspire her wonted timidity, had it not been in some measure dissipated by the cheering presence of her father, who, in spite of the misfortunes he had experienced, still brought good humour into every circle.
It had been arranged between the General and Mrs. De Brooke, that after a few months given to the restoration of the health of Oriana at Bath, they were conjointly to meet in the county of Somerset, in order to inspect the beautiful Villa of
