ear, they were uttered in accents peculiarly emphatical, "General, take care of your daughter."
The father of Rosilia ceased to speak; and amidst the perturbed reflections that crossed her, and the idea that the good Doctor's friendly warning might have come too late, the recollection of her once singular dream rushed upon her mind, and, to her mental eye, was presented in golden characters, such as she had seen them, Beware of Mankind. Dr. Lovesworth appeared the venerable friend, and Melliphant the frightful being from whose grasp he rescued her, as if, conformably to his message, like to that of the aged sire of her dream, she was now quitting the haunts of life for those of the shade, where no regret, no hesitation intruded.
After a long pause, in which each was pursuing a train of silent reflections, Rosilia observed, "On my way to Mrs. Belmour yesterday, I met a gentleman on crutches, whom I should not probably have noticed, but for the circumstance of my being suddenly pushed against him as I passed. His face seemed familiar to me, and his accents were such as I have heard before."
"He addressed you then," remarked Mrs. De Brooke hastily.
The recollection of the flattering ejaculation he had uttered, as she caught his eye, sent again the blush to her cheek; "Nothing particular," answered she; "merely a passing exclamation occasioned by the accident."
Mrs. De Brooke was mortified to think that she
