spirits. Her dejection had been already noticed by the family, and she was apprehensive they might discover the real cause. She therefore made fresh resolutions to subdue her feelings; and endeavoured to wear a smile, even though her heart felt as if it would break in the conflict. The miniature must be destroyed: she would not allow, herself a moment's hesitation: she would not even bestow one last and parting look upon the cherished resemblance. She broke it into a thousand atoms; gathered up the scattered fragments, cast them away, and then burst into a flood of tears. It might seem as though a powerful mind only could do this, and such was Rosilia's; such the virtue and heroic firmness of that mind, which usually seemed overflowing with softness and sensibility.
The General having disposed of his villa and furniture, for a term of years, to Lord Deloraine, parted with his servants, and all the outward appendages which had given pomp and splendour to his dwelling, reserving only a travelling-carriage for the use of his family; and the day was fixed when they were to retire, with a reduced and humble fortune, into the beautiful and romantic country of Wales. They could not but feel a regret in quitting scenes which had been endeared to them by long familiarity: every well-known spot, the
