THE INHERITANCE.

I WRITE BUT OF FAMILIAR STUFFE,

BECAUSE MY STILE IS LOWE;

I FEAR TO WADE IN WEIGHTIE WORKS,
OR PAST MY REACH TO ROWE.

GEORGE TURBERVILLE

Printed by John Stark.

BY THE AUTHOR OF MARRIAGE.

Si la noblesse est vertu, elle se perd par tout ce qui n'est pas vertueux; et
si elle n'est pas vertu, c'est peu de chose.

LA BRUYERE.

IN THREE VOLUMES.

VOL. III.

THE SECOND EDITION.

WILLIAM BLACKWOOD, EDINBURGH:

AND T. CADELL, LONDON.

MDCCCXXV.

THE INHERITANCE.

CHAPTER I.

Oh! sooner shall the rose of May
Mistake her own sweet nightingale,
And to some meaner minstrel's lay
Open her bosom's glowing veil,
Than Love shall ever doubt a tone,
A breath of the beloved one!

LALLA ROOKH.

MEANWHILE the lovers had much to say to each other; but, for a time, the eloquence and the vehemence of Colonel Delmour bore down the softer accents of the Countess, as he pleaded his suit in all the energy of passion, and appealed to herself as a witness of the injurious treatment he met with from Mrs St Clair. But when he proceeded to urge an immediate union, as the only means of putting an end to the ma