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TIIE VOTARIES OF FASHION.
IN FOUR VOLUMES.
BY LOUISA SIDNEY STANHOPE,
If I lash vice in general fiction,
V O L. III.
PRINTED FOR J. F. HUGHES,
249. v, 335.
.} : CHAP. I.
.: ; . ,f See you yon 'spire, Antonia ?" said the marquis, as he led her forward, ** "Tis to the house of death
. I am conducting you. Nay, do not tremble; for you are innocent, sweet girl; and naught can harm you. It is a walk solitary and forlorn-a walk I have taken in the dead of night, wlien my tions 'disco heard, and
which harrows up the soul of guilt, and whispers the horrors of retribution. Oui, Antonia, Antonia!” | He strụck his clenched hand against
his breast, and uttered a piercing groan. - Let us return, my Lord,” implored his terrified companion : “the evening is gloomy, the sky is louring: the recollection of past events are often painful; and why should we seek to fan the embers of melancholy ?" is a duty I have vowed to perform, said the marquis, pausing-" a duty, unconscious girl, my bleeding heart pants after.
The world thinks me happy, because I am rich, great, and powerful--because 1. bear the "semblance of gaiety in the dissipation of my family: but oh, Miss Forrester! could the soul be read-could its secret lineaments speak in the countenance, what a world of care, what a world of remorse, what a world of an
. guish would here be deciphered! The oppressed would turn away with pity : the slave would say that man is not to be envied. But we lose time; let us proceed ;” and again they hurried
forward. It grows dark,” he continued : the spot will be no longer discernible. Come, come, Antonia,” at the same time plunging into a small
cypress Funereal, pensive birch its languid arms That drops, with waving willows doomed to
weep, And shivering aspins."
A pleasing sadness stole over the spirits of Antonia : every impression of fear vanished; and the tear of sensibility, of unnamed emotion, trembled in
Gloomy and dark was the around. The marquis, clad in mystery, was the only living object she beheld: all else scemed wrapt in the grave's awful stillness: What to think she knew not: for what purpose, or whither he was conducting her, she had yet to learn. Suffering and dejected, she saw hin labouring under some