Sir James was scarce withdrawn, when Lady Powis sent her woman torequest the sight of it.--As I rose to give it into her hand, I saw Mr.Morgan pass by the door, conducting an elderly woman, whom I knewafterward to be Mrs. Jenkings.--She had a handkerchief to her eyes, onehand lifted up;--and I heard her say, Good God! Sir, what shall Ido?--how can I see the dear Ladies?--0h Miss Powis!--the amiable MissPowis!

Mr. Morgan join'd us immediately, with who and Mr. Watson I spent theremainder of this melancholy evening: at twelve we retir'd.

So here I sit, like one just return'd from the funeral of his bestfriend;--alone, brooding over every misery I can call together.--Thelight of the moon, which shines with uncommon splendor, casts not oneray on my unlit reflections:--nor do the objects which presentthemselves from the windows offer one pleasing idea;--rather anaggravation to my heart-felt anguish.--Miserable family!--miserablethose whom are interested in its sorrowful disaster!--

I go to my bed, but not to my repose.

Nine o'clock in the afternoon.

How sorrowful, how gloomy, has been the approach of morning!--About six, for Ihad not clos'd my eyes,--somebody enter'd my chamber. I suppos'd it Mr.Morgan, and drew aside my curtain.--It really was not Mr. Morgan;--it _was_ thepoor disconsolate father of Miss Powis, more agitated, if possible, thanthe preceding evening.--He flung himself on my bed with agony not to beexpress'd:--