 She frequently observed, that as I was determined to break with him, it would be better to let him remain in his error, than to come to an explanation, that could answer no end, as we were to part for ever. To this I could, by no means, agree. But, alas! it was not in my power to oppose her pleasure. I neither knew the name of his ship, nor the place of his destination; and I continued, for near twelve months, a prey to the most cruel suspense.
AT this time lady Anne and Mr. Westrop purposed making the petit tour, and insisted on my accompanying them.—I gladly accepted the offer; for I might truly say,
"I had such perpetual source of disquiet, in my own breast, that rest was grown painful to me, and a state of agitation, only could afford me case, by rescuing me, as it were, from myself."

THOUGH we spent a month in London, to wait for the conclusion of the peace, I knew not where to make any enquiry after captain Barnard; nor had I a friend to whom I could venture to repeat his name; and I set out for Paris, much more inclined to enter into the most gloomy solitude than to partake of the pleasures of that gay city.
THERE I became acquainted with lord Woodville, and there I also met Mrs. Bolton, who was nearly related to me, by my mother.—We had been acquainted from our infancy, and had a real friendship for each other; but her living in Ireland, where her husband had a very large fortune, had prevented our meeting for three years before. She was in a very declining state of health, and was going to Montpelier on that account, when Mr. Bolton was obliged to set out for Ireland, on the death of a near relation.

AS lady Anne was constantly engaged in the grande monde, I spent much of my time with Mrs. Bolton, and with real sorrow saw that amiable woman growing worse every day.—Her physicians, at length, had her removed to Fontainbleau.—Just then lady Anne grew weary of Paris, and resolved to pursue her route. Poor Mrs. Bolton shed a flood of tears, when I talked of quitting Paris, and intreated me not to leave her,
"a helpless stranger in a foreign land."
Even her own maid had married one of the gens d'armes, and lest her, so that he had not a creature about her, that had the least regard or tenderness for
