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And from the gulph of hell destruction cry,
Anna. Alas ! how few of woman's fearful kind
Anna. My dearest lady! many a tale of tears I've listend to; but never did I hear A tale so sad as this.
Lady Rand. In the first days Of my distracting grief, I found myself As women wish to be who love their lords. But who durst tell my father? The good priest Who join'd our hands, my brother's ancient tutor, With his loved Malcolm, in the battle fell : They two alone were privy to the marriage. On silence and concealment I resolved, Till time should make my father's fortune mine. That very night on which my son was born, VOL. I.
My nurse, the only confidante I had,
lives. Lady Rand. No. It was dark December : wind
and rain Had beat all night. Across the Carron lay The destined road ; and in its swelling flood My faithful servant perish'd with my child. O hapless son! of a most hapless sire ! But they are both at rest; and I alone Dwell in this world of woe, condemn’d to walk, Like a guilt-troubled ghost, my painful rounds : Nor has despiteful fate permitted me The comfort of a solitary sorrow. .. Though dead to love, I was compell’d to wed Randolph, who snatch'd me from a villain's arms; And Randolph now possesses the domains,
That by Sir Malcolm's death on me devolved;
of life, May smooth the length that's yet to come of your's. Lady Rand. Not in this world : I have consi
der'd well Its various evils, and on whom they fall. ; . ; !!! Alas ! how oft does goodness wound itself, 3. And sweet affection prove the spring of woe!: : ;? O! had I died when my loved husband fell!, :;? Had some good angel oped to me the book Of Providence, and let me read my life, My heart had broke, when I beheld the sum: Of ills, which one by one I have endured, ..!.!
Anna. That God, whose ministers good angels
are, Hath shut the book in mercy to mankind. But we must leave this theme: Glenalvon comes : I saw him bend on you his thoughtful eyes ; And hitherward he slowly stalks his way. Lady Rand. I will avoid him. An ungracious
person Is doubly irksome in an hour like this. Anna. Why speaks my lady thus of Randolph's
Why I describe him thus I'll tell hereafter :
[Exit Lady RANDOLPHI. Anna. O happiness! where art thou to be found ? I see thou dwellest not with birth and beauty, Though graced with grandeur, and in wealth array'd: Nor dost thou, it would seem, with virtue dwell ; Else had this gentle lady miss'd thee not.
maid ? Like some entranced and visionary seer, On earth thou stand’st, thy thoughts ascend to
heaven. Anna. Would that I were, e'en as thou say`st,
a seer, To have my doubts by heavenly vision cleard ! Glen. What dost thou doubt of? what hast
thou to do With subjects intricate ? thy youth, thy beauty, Cannot be question’d: think of these good gifts ; And then thy contemplations will be pleasing.
Anna. Let women view yon monument of woe, Then boast of beauty : who so fair as she ?