Ah! would thy bosom were that stream,
Ne'er woo'd save by the virgin air!
Ah! would I were that star, whose beam
Looks down and finds its image there!
Scarcely was the song ended, before the arrival of Miss Brandon's servant was announced, and her destined escort starting up, gallantly assisted her with her cloak and her hood, happy, no doubt, to escape, in some measure, the overwhelming compliments of his entertainers.
"But," said the Doctor, as he shook hands with his deliverer, "by what name shall I remember and"—(lifting his reverend eyes)—"pray for the gentleman to whom I am so much indebted?"
"You are very kind," said the stranger; "my name is Clifford. Madam," (turning to Lucy,) "may I offer my hand down the stairs?"
Lucy accepted the courtesy, and the stranger was half-way down the staircase, when the Doctor, stretching out his little neck, exclaimed,
"Good evening, Sir! I do hope we shall meet again."
