ABSTRACT
Love, it might be conjectured, would early shew itself in a character such as Calantha’s; and love, with all its ardour and all its wildness,a had already subdued her heart. What, though Mrs. Seymour had laid it down as a maxim, that no one, before she had attained herb fourteenth year, could possibly be in love! What, though Lady Margaret indignantly asserted, that Calantha could not, and should not, look even at any other than him for whom her hand was destined! She had looked; she had seen; and what is more, she believed the impression at this time made upon her heart was as durable as it was violent.
