CHAPTER X.
“Brightly shines the vest o’er his widow’d heart,
The manly brow, by early sorrow touch’d,
Is bare. The jewelled cap and graceful plume,
In his worser hand, his martial’s baton
In the right, he passed mid a people’s
Sympathy!”
At breakfast, Lord L. requested that his daughters would be ready to accompany him to town, on an early day which he named.