me, and led his lovely daughter away, whose last nod and parting look confirmed all my good resolutions.
Reader, whatever you may think of the trifling incidents of the last twenty-four hours, you will find that they involved consequences of vast importance to the writer of this memoir. Pride induced me to quit my father's house; revenge stimulated me to an act which brought the heroine of this story on the stage, for such will Emily Somerville prove to be. But, alas! by what fatal infatuation was Mr. Somerville induced to leave me my own master at an inn, with ten pounds in my pocket, instead of taking me with him to his own residence, and keeping me till he had heard from my father? The wisest men often err in points, which at first appear of trivial importance, but which prove in the sequel to have been fraught with evil.
Left to myself, I ruminated for some time on what had occurred; and the beautiful Emily
