which those from his father and Rosetta were filled, and which he knew not how to defend, made him adhere more and more strictly to the plan he had marked out for himself. But at length, remorse seized on his soul. The image of Jane haunted his nightly dreams, and his waking thoughts. His behaviour to her, and his aged father, now appeared to him in the most culpable light. He became a sincere penitent, and resolved to return to England, and make what reparation was in his power to those he had so deeply wronged. He had not been embarked above a fortnight on his homeward passage, when one evening, as he was standing on the deck, absorbed by his own reflections, a female figure glided by him, and pronounced his name in an awe-inspiring voice. He started, and looked around; the figure stood at some small distance from him—--'Twas Jane. Again she repeated his name, and with a heavy sigh vanished from his view. He explained the hour that this event occurred: and Mr Arnold had every reason to suppose, that it was the one in which the hapless fair one died; as it was on the same day in which she was found a lifeless corpse in her much-loved grove.
The loss of his father's fortune did not in the least affect the youth: nor would he accept that part of it which Mr Arnold and he husband of Rosetta, generously offered him. No, money he valued not. The death of Jane through his cruelty lay heavy at his heart; also his
