ABSTRACT
The spring was far advanced. Calantha’s health required the sea air; but her situation rendered a long journey hazardous. Lord Avondale resolved to await her confinement in England. The birth of a daughter was an additional source of happiness: Anabel was the name given to the little infant.85 Harry Mowbraya was now in his second year. The accounts from Ireland were more satisfactory. Mrs. Seymour wrote constantly to Calanthab regretting her absence. Weeks, however, flew by,c in the same thoughtless vanities: months passed away without regret or care. –d Autumn was gone: – winter again approached. –e London, though deserted,f by the crowd, was still gay. Calantha lived much with her Auntg Margaret, Lady Mandeville, and the Princess of Madagascar. The parks and streets, but lately so thronged with carriages, were now comparatively lonely and deserted. Like the swallows at the appointed hour, the gay tribe of fashionable idlers had vanished; and a new set of people appeared in their place: – whence, or why, nobody could guess.
