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    friends , one now a grandfather , the other trying to make himself believe he was one , and intending to put a like cheat on the little daughter , as far as teaching her to lisp him out as one eould deserve the name , went with them ; the former to take his prescribed part in Walter ' s play , the latter to witness the triumph of her who , despite of her acquired matronly character , retained yet her old , or rather young , epithet of ' the darling . ' The house was full ; the curtain rose ; and all went well . The time came

    for the utterance of the speech on which the wife had set her heart . A girl , the heroine of the piece , ( who was at the same time Walter ' s , ) was reproached with being about to marry one beneath her . ' He is not worth thy love ;'—the wife ' s colour rose—her chest heaved—her form dilated—and her eyes flashed as though they would wither the speaker ; for awhile her feelings seemed too intense for utterance ; at last she spoke : —

    * Not worth my love ! Hear this , ye blessed gods Ye who have dowered him with your precious gifts So richly , that yourselves do feel a fear Lest he should show himself as one of ye . Oh ! be not envious ; take not part in this ; Or rather lend thy lightning to mine eyes To scorch yon rude blasphemer into dust .

    Not worth my love ! Were I the fairest fair , Had all the wealth of twice ten thousand worlds , They would be poorest dross compared with all The treasure that his love doth bring to me . Not worth my love ! Come , come to me , my life , My star from out the darkness—hope in gloom . Come , let my soul leap through mine eyes to thine

    Oh let me hear that voice whose every tone Comes like an angel to awaken love Within the deep recesses of the heart !—Look on me ! speak to me ! and let me live In learning how I may deserve thy love , Or let me die—so it be in thine arms 1 '

    At the conclusion of the speech the audience rose with their enthusiasm . The blood which had rushed tumultuously to the face and neck of the speaker at the commencement , had now entirely deserted it . She remained some time motionless , and then fent ly turned her head towards the side scene—a thing she had een observed to do often during the evening—for why ?—Walter was there . At last she was seen to totter , and the next instant

    Walter rushed on the stage , and caught her in his arms in time to save her from falling . The curtain dropped amidst the tumult of the house . This graduall y subsided into a waiting quiet . No one stirred , for all were alike anxious for tidings . They waited longer—longer—yet no one came , and the tftfllfeess was again broken up , first by one vtrfce , and theti utiother , till at last there

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    474 The A cite ** .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 1, 1835, page 474, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2647/page/38/