Clean as this spotless page, till stain'd by me, Be curs'd that female fiend, whose practis'd art, Of all the agents Hell employs the worst: Thy proffer'd kingdom, Henry, were a prize But I no more my sex's pride can boast : Alas! what has one moment's madness cost! Not Woodstock's charming bow'rs can ease my grief; For I must fly myself to find relief. Oft, while the sun in length'ning shades declines, Alone through all the beauteous walks I rove, Naked she stands, with just proportions grac'd, } This stately lab'rinth, rais'd with vast expense, A black reproach, who yet can live disgrac'de } 1 should, like her, with just resentment press'd, Have plung'd the fatal dagger to my breast. What specious colours can disguise my sin, Thy greatness, Henry, but augments my shame, Last night, when Sleep my heavy eyes had clos'd, Before my fancy still the furious Queen appears. ing in the snowy fleece of a little lamb that stood tamely by her. I began to hope it was one of the fairy race, or some pretty phantom that haunted the grove; for the adjacent house, belonging to this reverend avenue looked more like a dormitory for the dead than an habitation for the living; every thing about it appeared ruinous and dosolate; I could neither hear the voice, nor trace the steps of mortal men in this absolute solitude; nor had I any hopes of khowing into what wild regions I was got, unless the pretty figure sitting on the grass could give some intelligence. I made my appearance very respectfully; but what was my surprise, in drawing near, to find the air, the complexion, every feature in miniature, of the ungrateful Aurelia, on whom I once so passionately doted? A thousand tormenting ideas rushed into my mind at the sight of this lovely creature, who smiled on me with the most enchanting innocence. While I stood eagerly gazing at her, which was not long, Aurelia herself entered the walk, and confirmed my suspicion that this child was a living proof of her infamy. It is about six years since she eloped from the public view, regardless of her own illustrious family, or the obligations she was under to the generous Cleone, who treated her with the utmost confidence, and was the last that suspected her husband's criminal affair with her.-Be my own wrongs forgot, and all the contempt with which she treated whatever proposals honour and a disinterested passion could make. I found her now an object of pity rather than resentment; the dejection of her mind was visible in her pale haggard looks, and the wretched negligence of her habit. I could hardly persuade myself this was the celebrated thing that once appeared in all public places with such a parade of equipage, and vanity. She was in the utmost confusion at this interview, till, excusing myself, I told her this intrusion was undesigned, and purely the effect of chance, as I was taking a morning's ramble from the Earl of's, where I had spent some time; and that she might depend on my word not to discover her abode to any one in that family. By this time she was a little composed, and invited me to rest myself after my walk. I followed her into the house, which looked more like the mansions of Despair than a retreat for a lady of pleasure; an awful silence reigned in every room, through which I made a shift to find my way by a dim twilight that glimmered through some windows of as antique a figure as those of an old abbey. The furniture, I fancy, has not been displaced from times immemorial; it looks more like unwieldy lumber than any thing designed for use |