maxims, with admiration at their depth, and obtained applause for
opinions which were only imperfectly filtered from the pure springs of
his own.

It is about six months since he has returned to England, and he has very
lately obtained a seat in Parliament: so that we may trust soon to see
his talents displayed upon a more public and enlarged theatre than they
hitherto have been; and though I fear his politics will be opposed to
ours, I anticipate his public debut with that interest which genius,
even when adverse to one's self, always inspires. Yet I confess that I
am desirous to see and converse with him once more in the familiarity
and kindness of private intercourse. The rage of party, the narrowness
of sectarian zeal, soon exclude from our friendship all those who differ
from our opinions; and it is like sailors holding commune for the last
time with each other, before their several vessels are divided by the
perilous and uncertain sea, to confer in peace and retirement for a
little while with those who are about to be launched with us on that
same unquiet ocean where any momentary caprice of the winds may disjoin
us forever, and where our very union is only a sympathy in toil and a
fellowship in danger.

Adieu, my dear duke! it is fortunate for me that our public opinions
are so closely allied, and that I may so reasonably calculate in private
upon the happiness and honour of subscribing myself your affectionate
friend, C. L.

Such was the letter to which we shall leave the explanation of much that
has taken place within the last three years of our tale, and which, in
its tone, will serve to show the kindness and generosity of heart and
feeling that mingled (rather increased than abated by the time which
brought wisdom) with the hardy activity and resolute ambition that
characterized the mind of our "Disowned." We now consign him to such
repose as the best bedroom in the Golden Fleece can afford, and conclude
the chapter.

CHAPTER LX.

Though the wilds of enchantment all vernal and bright,
In the days of delusion by fancy combined
With the vanishing phantoms of love and delight,
Abandon my soul, like a dream of the night,
And leave but a desert behind,

Be hush'd my dark spirit, for Wisdom condemns
When the faint and the feeble deplore;
Be strong as the rock of the ocean that stems
A thousand wild waves on the shore.--CAMPBELL.

"Shall I order the carriage round,