Well, Molesworth,—well—I can go no farther;—yet I must;—John, poor faithful John, says I must;—says he shall be sent back again.—But I have lost the use of my fingers:—my head bobs from side to side like a pendulum. Don’t stamp, don’t swear: they have a few drops of your cordial more than I intended.—It operates well.—I long to administer a larger potion.—Could you see how I am shifted—now here—now there—by the torrent of joy, that like a deluge almost drives reason before it;—I say, could you see me, you would not wonder at the few unconnected lines of
The Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH to RICHARD RISBY, Esq;
Darcey bears the joyful surprise beyond imagination:—it has brought him from death to life.—
Hear in what manner I proceeded;—You may suppose the hurry in which I left Dover:—I took no leave of my friend;—his humane apothecary promis’d not to quit him in my absence:—I gave orders when his Lordship enquir’d for me, that he should be told particular business of my own had call’d me to town express.—It happen’d very convenient that I left him in a profound sleep.
Away I flew,—agitated betwixt hope and fear:—harrass’d by fatigue;—not in a bed for three nights before;—nature was almost wore out, when I alighted at the banker’s.
I accosted one of the clerks, desiring to speak with Mr. or Mrs. Delves [Footnote: The name of the banker.]:—the former not at home, I was immediately conducted to the latter, a genteel woman, about forty.—She receiv’d me politely; but before I could acquaint her with the occasion of my visit, the door open’d, and in stepp’d a pretty sprightly girl, who on seeing me was going to retire.—Do you want any thing, my love? said Mrs. Delves. Only, Madam, she replied, if you think it proper for Miss Warley to get up.
Miss Warley! exclaim’d I.—Great God! Miss Warley!—Tell me, Ladies, is Miss Warley really under your roof?—Both at once, for both seem’d equally dispos’d to diffuse happiness, answer’d to my wishes.
I threw myself back in my chair:—the surprise was more than I could support.—Shall I tell you all my weakness?—I even shed tears;—yes, Dick, I shed tears:—but they were drops of heart-felt gladness.
The Ladies look’d on each other,—Mrs. Delves said in a tone that shew’d she was not without the darling passion of her sex,
Pardon me, Sir; I think I have heard Miss Warley has no brother,—or I should think your emotion I saw him before me.—But whoever you are, this humanity is noble.—Indeed, the poor young Lady has been extremely ill.
I am not her brother, Madam, return’d I.—It is true, she has no brother;—but she has parents, she has friends, who lament her dead:—their sorrow has been mine.