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Lady R. Oh!
160 Anna. Havel distress'd you with officious love, And ill-tim'd mention of your brother's fate? Forgive me, Lady: humble though I am, The mind I bear partakes not of my fortune : So fervently I love you, that to dry Those piteous tears, I'd throw my life
away. Lady R. What power directed thy unconscious
tongue To speak as thou hast done ! to name
Anna. I know not :
Lady R. No, thou shalt not be silent.
180 Anna. What means my noble mistress ? Lady R. Did'st thou not ask what had my sorrows
been, If I in early youth had lost a husband :In the cold bosom of the earth is lodgid, Mangl'd with wounds, the husband of my youth ; And in some cavern of the ocean lies My child and his.-
Anna. Oh! Lady most rever'd!"
The tale wrapt up in your amazing words
Lady R. Alas! an ancient feud,
Anna. Alas! how few of woman's fearful kind Durst own a truth so hardy!
Lady R. The first truth
Anna. My dearest lady! many a tale of tears
Lady R. In the first days
240 Set out with him to reach her sister's house : But nurse, nor infant have I ever seen, Or heard of, Anna, since that fatal hour. “ My murder'd child !-had thy fond Mother fear'd “ The loss of thee, she had loud fame defy'd, “ Despis'd her father's rage, her father's grief, “ And wander'd with thee through the scorning
world." Anna. No:seen nor heard of 1 then perhaps he lives.
Lady R. No. It was dark December; wind and rain Had beat all night. Across the Carron lay The destin'd road ; and in its swelling flood My faithful servant perish'd with my child. “Oh! hapless son of a most hapless sire ! “ But they are both at rest; and I alone “ Dwell in this world of woe, condemn’d to walk, “ Like a guilt-troubled ghost, my painful rounds;" Nor has despiteful fate permitted me The comfort of a solitary sorrow. Though dead to love, I was compell’d to wed
260 Randolph, who snatch'd me from a villain's arms; And Randolph now possesses the domains, That by Sir Malcolm's death on me devolv'd; Domains, that should to Douglas' son have giv'n A baron's title and a baron's power. “ Such were my soothing thoughts, while I bewailid “ The slaughter'd father of a son unborn. “ And when that son came, like a ray from heav'n, “ Wbich shines and disappears; alas ; my child ! “ How long did thy fond mother grasp the hope « Of having thee, she knew not how, restor'd. “ Year after year hath worn her hope away ; “ But left still undiminish'd her desire. “ Anna. The hand that spins th’uneven thread of
life, « May smooth the length that's yet to come of yours.
“ Lady R. Not in this world; I have consider'd well " It's various evils, and on whom they fall. " Alas? how oft does goodness wound itself
" And sweet affection prove the spring of woe. 280
Anna. That God, whose ministers good angels are,
Lady R. I will avoid him. An ungracious person Is doub y irksome in an hour like this. Anna. Why speaks my lady thus of Randolph's
heir ? Lady R. Because he's not the heir of Randolph's
30.0 “ And master of his appetites he seems : “ But his fierce nature, like a fox chain'd up, “ Watches to seize unseen the wish'd-for prey. “ Never were vice and virtue pois'd so ill, " As in Glenalvon's unrelenting mind.” Yet is he brave and politic in war, And stands aloft in these unruly tiines. Why I describe him thus I'll tell hereafter.