Rohesia, daughter of Ambrose, and sister to Sir Everard Ingoldsby, was born about the beginning of the 16th century, and was married in 1526, at St. Giles's, Cripplegate, in the City of London. The following narrative contains all else that is known of
[THE LADY ROHESIA.]
The Lady Rohesia lay on her death-bed!
So said the doctor,—and doctors are generally allowed to be judges in these matters;—besides, Doctor Butts was the Court Physician: he carried a crutch-handled staff, with its cross of the blackest ebony,—raison de plus!
"Is there no hope, Doctor?" said Beatrice Grey.
"Is there no hope?" said Everard Ingoldsby.
"Is there no hope?" said Sir Guy de Montgomeri.—He was the Lady Rohesia's husband;—he spoke the last.
The doctor shook his head: he looked at the disconsolate widower in posse, then at the hour-glass;—its waning sand seemed sadly to shadow forth the sinking pulse of his patient. Dr. Butts was a very learned man. "Ars longa, vita brevis!" said Doctor Butts.
"I am very sorry to hear it," quoth Sir Guy de Montgomeri.
Sir Guy was a brave knight, and a tall; but he was no scholar.