as furnished with money to pay his passage, and carry him on his journey.
Without meeting any accident on the road, he at length arrived at Baden; but as he drew near to the spot inhabited by his brother, once in the possession of a beloved and revered father, he turned his head from the Castle of Renaud, shrunk with horror from the ideas that crowded on his mind, and, as if blasted by the view, almost flew on to the city, and arrived at the house of Mr. Dunloff sick and breathless.
The good man flew out to receive him: "Heaven be praised!" said he, and seeing his situation he conducted him to a room, making him drink a bumper of wine, which a little restored him.
"Oh! Sir," cried Mr. Dunloff, "Heaven has sent you in a critical minute, Providence often permits the wicked man to triumph for a time, only to make its justice more conspicuous in the punishment of the offender."
