experienced the greatest excess of poverty that I had ever known.  My knowledge of the worldly principles of Lord Raymond, would have ever prevented me from applying to him, however deep my distress might have been.  It was in vain that I repeated to myself with regard to Adrian, that his purse was open to me; that one in soul, as we were, our fortunes ought also to be common.  I could never, while with him, think of his bounty as a remedy to my poverty; and I even put aside hastily his offers of supplies, assuring him of a falsehood, that I needed them not.  How could I say to this generous being, “Maintain me in idleness.  You who have dedicated your powers of mind and fortune to the benefit of your species, shall you so misdirect your exertions, as to support in uselessness the strong, healthy, and capable?”

And yet I dared not request him to use his influence that I might obtain an honourable provision for myself—­for then I should have been obliged to leave Windsor.  I hovered for ever around the walls of its Castle, beneath its enshadowing thickets; my sole companions were my books and my loving thoughts.  I studied the wisdom of the ancients, and gazed on the happy walls that sheltered the beloved of my soul.  My mind was nevertheless idle.  I pored over the poetry of old times; I studied the metaphysics of Plato and Berkeley.  I read the histories of Greece and Rome, and of England’s former periods, and I watched the movements of the lady of my heart.  At night I could see her shadow on the walls of her apartment; by day I viewed her in her flower-garden, or riding in the park with her usual companions.  Methought the charm would be broken if I were seen, but I heard the music of her voice and was happy.  I gave to each heroine of whom I read, her beauty and matchless excellences—­such was Antigone, when she guided the blind Oedipus to the grove of the Eumenides, and discharged the funeral rites of Polynices; such was Miranda in the unvisited cave of Prospero; such Haidee, on the sands of the Ionian island.  I was mad with excess of passionate devotion; but pride, tameless as fire, invested my nature, and prevented me from betraying myself by word or look.

In the mean time, while I thus pampered myself with rich mental repasts, a peasant would have disdained my scanty fare, which I sometimes robbed from the squirrels of the forest.  I was, I own, often tempted to recur to the lawless feats of my boy-hood, and knock down the almost tame pheasants that perched upon the trees, and bent their bright eyes on me.  But they were the property of Adrian, the nurslings of Idris; and so, although my imagination rendered sensual by privation, made me think that they would better become the spit in my kitchen, than the green leaves of the forest,

     Nathelesse,
  I checked my haughty will, and did not eat;

but supped upon sentiment, and dreamt vainly of “such morsels sweet,” as I might not waking attain.