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And from the gulph of hell destruction cry,
To take dissimulation's winding way. .

Anna. Alas ! how few of woman's fearful kind
Durst own a truth so hardy!
· Lady Rand. The first truth
Is easiest to avow. This moral learn,
This precious moral, from my tragic tale. .
In a few days the dreadful tidings came,
That Douglas and my brother both were slain.
My lord ! my life! my husband !—Mighty God!
What had I done to merit such affliction ?

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.

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My nurse, the only confidante I had,
Set out with him to reach her sister's house: '
But nurse, nor infant, have I ever seen, ..'
Or heard of, Anna, since that fatal hour.
My murder'd child Had thy fond mother fear'd
The loss of thee, she had loud fame defied,
Despised her father's rage, her father's grief, i
And wander'd with thee through the scorning

* world.
Anna. Not seen nor heard of! then perhaps he

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,

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That by Sir Malcolm's death on me devolved;
Domains, that should to Douglas' søn have given
A baron's title, and a baron's power. ';...?
Such were my soothing thoughts, while I bewail'd
The slaughter'd father of a son unborn... i
And when that son came, like a ray from heaven,
Which shines and disappears; alas! my child!
How long did thy fond mother grasp the hope
Of having thee, she knew not how, restored. is
Year after year hath worn her hope away; i.
But left still undiminish'd her desire,
Anna. The hand, that spins the uneven thread

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

heir ?
Lady Rand. Because he's not the heir of Ran-

dolph’s virtues.
Subtle and shrewd, he offers to mankind
An artificial image of himself: .
And he with ease can vary to the taste
Of different men its features. Self-denied,
And master of his appetites he seems :
But his fierce nature, like a fox chain’d up,
Watches to seize unseen the wish’d-for prey.
Never were vice and virtue poised so ill,
As in Glenalvon's unrelenting mind.
Yet is he brave and politic in war,
And stands aloft in these unruly times,

Why I describe him thus I'll tell hereafter :
Stay and detain him till I reach the castle.

[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.

Enter GLENALVON.
Glen. What dost thou muse on, meditating

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 ?

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