I was proceeding in this manner, when a lovely
young creature darted out of a little cottage, as
we were pa&longs;&longs;ing, and &longs;eized me by the arm, eagerly
de&longs;ired I would convey her back to her friends.

They &longs;ay I am mad, &longs;aid &longs;he: but I am not, I
have my rea&longs;on as well as they have; I know I am
mi&longs;erable, and have been &longs;o ever &longs;ince they took
my brother from me.—Oh! cruel to tear him
from my arms, to break my very heart &longs;trings, and
&longs;end him away, never, never to return—he went on
the treacherous ocean—Yes, yes, the &longs;ea, the &longs;ky,
all, all combined with my inhuman guardian to take
him from me—hark! hark! do you not hear the
wind?—See the blue lightning—the raging waves—
the thunder—I hear it—I &longs;ee the ve&longs;&longs;el beat the
foaming &longs;ea—I &longs;ee my brother—&longs;ee him wave his
hand—I cannot come—I cannot &longs;ave thee—the

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ve&longs;&longs;el parts—&longs;he &longs;inks—he's gone, he's gone—
Oh! mercile&longs;s.—

Alas! my drooping lily, &longs;aid I, you &longs;ee nothing;
there is no &longs;ea near you; this is merely the effect
of fancy; your brother, no doubt, is &longs;afe, and will
one day return to make you happy.

Oh no! &longs;aid &longs;he, cro&longs;&longs;ing her hands upon her
bo&longs;om, and &longs;itting down upon the ground.—Oh
no! he will never return to me; he will never
more &longs;ooth and chear his unhappy &longs;i&longs;ter—but here
will I &longs;it on this lone bank and mourn the heavy
hour in which he left me—I'll build a tomb of &longs;ea
&longs;hells, weeds, and corals—I'll plant around it pale
primro&longs;es and &longs;ickly daffodils, and every day I'll
wa&longs;h it with my tears, and count the hours, and
chide dull lagging Time, till his &longs;harp &longs;cythe &longs;hall
cut life's fine-drawn thread, and I may lay me
down and &longs;leep with my dear Horace—

Horace! &longs;aid I, looking more intently at her—
It was poor Julietta—then Vellum was a villain.

At the name of Vellum &longs;he &longs;tarted from the
ground, appeared terrified, looked wildly round
her, and uttering a feint exclamation, ran ha&longs;tily
into the cottage.

I bade the author a good night and followed her—
but an old woman, who I found was her only
attendant, could give me no information concerning
her; only that &longs;he had lo&longs;t her &longs;en&longs;es ever
&longs;ince the death of her brother, who was shipwrecked
as he was going abroad to fini&longs;h his education,
and that &longs;he had been &longs;ent into the
country in hopes that the air would be of &longs;ervice to
her.

I found my heart &longs;o deeply engaged by the miserable
&longs;ituation of this lovely orphan, that it was

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with difficulty I re&longs;trained my tears when I pressed
her cold hand and bade her good night.