the wretches who lately, in the double sense of the
word, were overtaken between St. Denis and Paris?

Sir Hargrave Pollexfen, it seems, still keeps his chamber: he is thought
not to be out of danger from some inward hurt, which often makes him
bring up blood in quantities. He is miserably oppressed by lowness of
spirits; and when he is a little better in that respect, his impatience
makes his friends apprehensive for his head. But has he intellects
strong enough to give apprehensions of that nature? Fool and madman we
often join as terms of reproach; but I believe, fools seldom run really
mad.

Merceda is in a still more dangerous way. Besides his bruises, and a
fractured skull, he has, it seems, a wound in his thigh, which, in the
delirium he was thrown into by the fracture, was not duly attended to;
and which, but for his valiant struggles against the knife which gave the
wound, was designed for a still greater mischief. His recovery is
despaired of; and the poor wretch is continually offering up vows of
penitence and reformation, if his life may be spared.

Bagenhall was the person who had seduced, by promises of marriage, and
fled for it, the manufacturer's daughter of Abbeville. He was overtaken
by his pursuers at Douay. The incensed father, and friends of the young
woman, would not be otherwise pacified than by his performing his
promise; which, with infinite reluctance, he complied with, principally
through the threats of the brother, who is noted for his fierceness and
resolution; and who once made the sorry creature feel an argument which
greatly terrified him. Bagenhall is at present at Abbeville, living as
well as he can with his new wife, cursing his fate, no doubt, in secret.
He is obliged to appear fond of her before her brother and father; the
latter being also a sour man, a Gascon, always boasting of his family,
and valuing himself upon a De, affixed by himself to his name, and
jealous of indignity offered to it. The fierce brother is resolved to
accompany his sister to England, when Bagenhall goes thither, in order,
as he declares, to secure to her good usage, and see her owned and
visited by all Bagenhall's friends and relations. And thus much of these
fine gentlemen.

How different a man is Beauchamp! But it is injuring him, to think of
those wretches and him at the same time. He certainly has an eye to
Emily, but behaves with great prudence towards her: yet every body but
she sees his regard for