forgiveness she solicits on her knees with a bleeding heart, for the pain and disappointment she is compelled to give you. Grant, Gracious Heaven, that Eugenia may one day kneel and obtain a father's blessing! The pangs of death can scarcely exceed those she feels when she resolves to fly from your paternal arms, and bury herself in solitude, perhaps for ever!
eugenia."
Such were the contents of two letters indelibly imprinted on my memory. The Count's rage was little inferior to mine; from him I learned that she had, almost from infancy, formed an attachment to the young Count M****, son to a man he had once esteemed, but now detested, from a discovery that his principles were inimical to the good of his country: He had therefore broken off the intended marriage. The grief and disappointment attending that event had driven the lover to quit his country in search of returning peace, far from the object of his wishes. This affair had preyed greatly on
