open wide the breach and tear asunder those ties, never more to unite, such as ought to bind together, in one common concord, the parent and the child?
Alas! that such barbarity may exist, witness in the case of the unfortunate De Brooke—banished from smoothing the dying pillow of his father! from the hallowed gratification of profiting by those kinder feelings suggested by the heart's compunctions! Heaven itself seemed working in his favour, and yet he was forbidden to prostrate himself at his father's couch, there to solicit his pardon and his blessing!
After the most lingering and excruciating sufferings that ever mortal endured, and submitted to with the most astonishing fortitude. Sir Aubrey De Brooke departed this life, leaving his unhappy son a prey to the greatest sorrow.
Though not called upon to assist in the funeral rites, yet, a true mourner in heart, he beheld his father's bier as it passed on its way for interment, attended by the greatest military pomp. The friend of his Sovereign, nought was omitted that could pay honour to his memory or heighten the solemnity of the procession, which, as it passed, displayed to the view of the afflicted De Brooke the Princes of the Royal blood. Be it to the credit
