This friend determined to trust to her native strength of mind, and informed her of the circumstance; but she overrated it:  Mary was not able, for a few days after the intelligence, to fix on the mode of conduct she ought now to pursue.  But at last she conquered her disgust, and wrote her husband an account of what had passed since she had dropped his correspondence.

He came in person to answer the letter.  Mary fainted when he approached her unexpectedly.  Her disgust returned with additional force, in spite of previous reasonings, whenever he appeared; yet she was prevailed on to promise to live with him, if he would permit her to pass one year, travelling from place to place; he was not to accompany her.

The time too quickly elapsed, and she gave him her hand—­the struggle was almost more than she could endure.  She tried to appear calm; time mellowed her grief, and mitigated her torments; but when her husband would take her hand, or mention any thing like love, she would instantly feel a sickness, a faintness at her heart, and wish, involuntarily, that the earth would open and swallow her.

CHAP.  XXXI.

Mary visited the continent, and sought health in different climates; but her nerves were not to be restored to their former state.  She then retired to her house in the country, established manufactories, threw the estate into small farms; and continually employed herself this way to dissipate care, and banish unavailing regret.  She visited the sick, supported the old, and educated the young.

These occupations engrossed her mind; but there were hours when all her former woes would return and haunt her.—­Whenever she did, or said, any thing she thought Henry would have approved of—­she could not avoid thinking with anguish, of the rapture his approbation ever conveyed to her heart—­a heart in which there was a void, that even benevolence and religion could not fill.  The latter taught her to struggle for resignation; and the former rendered life supportable.

Her delicate state of health did not promise long life.  In moments of solitary sadness, a gleam of joy would dart across her mind—­She thought she was hastening to that world where there is neither marrying, nor giving in marriage.