good reason to believe she did not.

Do not What has

put racking thoughts into my head. tempted thee to tear open an ill-closed wound?

MISS FRANKLAND.

Pardon the pain I give. A strong sense of duty compels me. — You are confident, you say, and on good reasons, that she left no child behind her.

COLONEL FRANKLAND.

Would not that Italian adventurer have informed a wealthy father-in-law that a child was born, and had survived its mother? Would such a plea for worldly purposes have been neglected? No, there could be no child; and, thank Heaven, there was none! - What can have put such fancies into thy head?

MISS FRANKLAND.

I have seen a child to-day who strongly resembles my cousin.

COLONEL FRANKLAND.

Thou art too young to have any distinct recollection of her face.

MISS FRANKLAND.

Nay, but I have: it was so pleasant a face, and she was so good to me.

COLONEL FRANKLAND.

It was a pleasant face. If I could remember

her as she once was, and forget what she afterwards became, it would be a recollection worth all my wealth to purchase.

MISS FRANKLAND.

Should you like to see this child?

COLONEL FRANKLAND.

No, no, no! I could not bear it.

MISS FRANKLAND.

He shall not, then, be brought to you; but I will often go and look at him myself. You will not be offended with that?

COLONEL FRANKLAND.

Thou wilt go often to look at him! Is the likeness then so strong?

MISS FRANKLAND.

So strong, that in looking on him you would feel that Louisa, or such a woman as Louisa, must have been his mother.

COLONEL FRANKLAND.

Such a woman, an thou wilt. What kind of forehead has this child?

MISS FRANKLAND.

Somewhat broad and low.

COLONEL FRANKLAND.

And the nose?

MISS FRANKLAND.

Rather short than long; and the nostrils on either side are curved so prettily, that they look like two little delicate shells.

COLONEL FRANKLAND.

Is it possible! This was the peculiarity in her face.

MISS FRANKLAND.

You droop your head, dear uncle; - you tremble. Let me bring this child to you.

COLONEL FRANKLAND.

Not now, not now.

MISS FRANKLAND.

But you will, some other time.

COLONEL FRANKLAND.

Let me have a little respite. To look on aught like her-like what she was-like the creature that played round my chair— that followed me that Out upon thee, Fanny Frankland! thou hast stirred up vain yearnings within me, and when I see him he will not be like her after all.

MISS FRANKLAND.

And if he should not be so like as you expected, will you not befriend a poor helpless child, for even a slight resemblance?

COLONEL FRANKLAND.

I'll do what thou desirest, be it ever so slight.

MISS FRANKLAND.

Thanks, dear uncle! Retire and compose yourself awhile. Let me lead you to your own [Exeunt, he leaning on her arm.

room.

SCENE II.

LADY SHREWDLY's Garden: the House seen in the side Scene.

Enter from a walk, at the bottom of the Stage, LADY WORRYMORE and CLERMONT, speaking as they enter.

LADY WORRYMORE.

And then, again, can any thing be more beautiful than when, looking up to Juliet's window, he exclaims,

<6 Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,

That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she."

O how fine!

so?

You are silent: don't you think

CLERMONT.

There are many passages in the play which I admire more.

LADY WORRYMORE.

Nay, surely you admire it: positively you must. I doat upon it; and Mr. Clutterbuck says, no lover could have said any thing of his mistress so exquisitely impassioned so finely imagined.

CLERMONT.

I believe, indeed, no lover would have said any thing like it.

LADY WORRYMORE.

And again, which is, perhaps, more exquisite still,

"Two of the fairest stars in all the heavens, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. Which, if her eyes were there, they in her head, The brightness of her cheek would shame those star s As daylight doth a lamp: her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night!" Is not that impassioned? Is not that sublime?

CLERMONT.

I dare not pretend to judge of what is so honoured by your ladyship's approbation. But you have stopped short at the only lines in the whole speech that appear to me, although with some degree of conceit, to express the natural feelings of a lover.