presented itself in the chapter of possibilities that could for a moment cloud my prospects of felicity. Poor, wretched deluded creature; how soon was thy vain and high raised expectations tumbled into the dust! A month past away on eagle's wings; for every moment brought with it fresh instances of my husband's affection. No letters had as yet arrived from either of our fathers; but both being in the army, though in the service of different princes, we knew they could not always command their time, or be in the route to receive letters; therefore we patiently waited, without feeling any disappointment, as the days past by us.
I had been married nearly five weeks, when one morning, at breakfast, we were surprised by seeing a man on horseback ring at the gate, and presently a message was delivered from the Abbe, who then lay in his bed hopeless of recovery, from the return of his dreadful spasms. He requested to see us without delay. This moment was the first since I had left him that I felt pain, and
