ABSTRACT
From the temper of mind which Rosalie was in, the lines she had just heard Walsingham recite in a full yet mournful voice, could hardly fail of affecting her; and, while he a second time repeated them at her request, the tears slowly fell from her eyes, and it might possibly have been some time before she was enough recovered from the mournful reverie into which she had fallen, had not she and Walsingham been equally startled by the sudden appearance of two females figures from behind a projection of the cliff, on a fragment of which they had been sitting. One of them suddenly advancing to Walsingham, said, ‘Upon my honour, my dear Sir, you must excuse me if I break through common rules: – but I do so doat on talents – I am such an enthusiast in regard to poetry! – Your name is Walsingham, I think … I have often had the happiness of hearing of you, and once of seeing you, at dear Mrs. Paramount’s. – I should be mortified – oh! mortified beyond measure, if I supposed it possible for you to forget it!’
