. Viney had connived at this marriage, which, soon after it was consummated, was found to be a mutual bite. However, as his sister was left a blooming widow of twenty-two, he easily comforted himself by considering her market as not yet over. In a word, he had long in idea married her to Lord Hazard. This will account for his generosity: nor, when it is considered how completely this same Mr. Viney ruled his pupil, will it appear very unaccountable that the lady should become at length in reality what she had long been in imagination.
Marriage stopt for a while the excesses of Lord Hazard. He doated on his wife; and, having taken this step, Viney became his privy counsellor in a stronger degree than ever. His tone, however, was soon changed. He found her a mixture of arrogance, meanness, bridled wantonness, and ignorant affectation. Nor is it difficult to divine where it might have ended if he had not accidentally discovered, after having been about three months blessed with an heir, that she had an intrigue with his valet de chamber.

This roused him at once. She was properly detected, the necessary steps were taken, and a divorce obtained. She recriminated, indeed, but he was a lord, and his success certain. Thus, having received satisfaction for the injuries he had sustained, he legally banished her for ever from his presence, granting her only a decent provision for life.
Any one experienced in the human heart will easily see the part Viney took upon his sister's detection. He exclaimed against her with the greatest violence, and was the forwardest in procuring his lordship that redress which he knew it was not in his power to prevent.
This conduct established him more firmly than ever in the good graces and household of Lord Hazard; the first of which advantages he often declared—loudly to the world—was the ultimate end of all his wishes; because, said he—softly to himself—it brings about the other.
I have already shewn that marriage proved a pretty tight curb to the excesses of this young nobleman, and one would think his divorce had given him a reasonable surfeit of marriage; but, I know not how it is, some men seem to be the bubble of their own arts: their whole study is to overreach

themselves, and if they stumble on tolerable content, it is because things take a different turn from what they designed.
Thus it happened with our peer. Every resolution he took, in consequence of being a widower, was wrong; and yet he hit upon happiness when he only meant
