The life and letters of James Wolfe . erand himself, and so cannot judge whether the description given byCharles Johnstone in Chrysal has any merit of fidelity. Johnstone,as a Limerick man, is believed to have had a personal acquaintanceth the Wolfe family. He says— As soon as he had recovered from the softness into which hismothers tenderness had melted him, he went directly to his received him with the freedom proper in their present situation,but soon perceived an alteration in his countenance, that showedher his heart was not at ease. This alarmed her tender fears.«What, said
The life and letters of James Wolfe . erand himself, and so cannot judge whether the description given byCharles Johnstone in Chrysal has any merit of fidelity. Johnstone,as a Limerick man, is believed to have had a personal acquaintanceth the Wolfe family. He says— As soon as he had recovered from the softness into which hismothers tenderness had melted him, he went directly to his received him with the freedom proper in their present situation,but soon perceived an alteration in his countenance, that showedher his heart was not at ease. This alarmed her tender fears.«What, said she, looking earnestly at him, can make a troubledgloom overcast that face, where hopes and happiness have, forsome time, brightened every Can anything have happenedto disturb the prospect so pleasing to us t Can you feel a griefthat you think me unworthy or unable to share with jont Itmust be so ; that faint, that laboured smile betrays the sickness ofyour heart. Oh, dearest wish of my heart, replied he, taking her hand. MISS KATHEKINE LOWTHEU Irom a miniature by Concay, in tke possession of General Wolfe until the eve of his death,and now owned by Lord Barnard, of Raby Castle PAHTS FROM MISS LOWTHER 419 and kissing it in ecstasy, how shall I merit such perfection ? Itis impossible; I am unworthy; but let my soul thank Heaven forblessing it with this opportunity of rising nearer to a level withyour virtues—a hope that will soften the severity of absence, andmake the delay of happiness seem shorter. What canst thou mean? said she, a jealous doubt alarm-ing her delicacy. Delay! I understand thee not! I urgenot! Mistake not, O my love, the inconsistencies which anguishextorts from my bleeding heart. How can I say it ? Om- happinessis delayed—delayed but to be more exalted. Honour, the serviceof my country, call. And am I to be left ? But for a time, a little time, the pain of which shall beoverpaid by the joy of meeting, never to part again. Oh, sparemy heart, rest
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