Oh Dick! the most dreadful affair has happen'd!--Lord Darcey is distracted and dying; I am little better--Good God! what shall I do?--what can I do?--He lies on the floor in the next room, with half his hair torn off.--Unhappy man! fatigue had near kill'd him, before the melancholy account reach'd his ears.--Miss Warley, I mean Miss Powis, is gone to the bottom.--She sunk in the yacht that sailed yesterday from Dover for Calais.--Every soul is lost.--The fatal accident was confirm'd by a boat which came in not ten minutes before we arriv'd.--There was no keeping it from Lord Darcey.--The woman of the Inn we are at has a son lost in the same vessel: she was in fits when we alighted.--Some of the wreck is drove on shore.--What can equal this scene!--Oh, Miss Powis! most amiable of women, I tremble for your relations!--But Darcey, poor Darcey, what do I feel for you!--He speaks:--he calls for me:--I go to him. Oh, Risby! my heart is breaking; for once let it be said a man's heart can break.--Whilst he rav'd, whilst his sorrows were loud, there was some chance; but now all is over. He is absolutely dying;--death is in every feature.--His convulsions how dreadful!--how dreadful the pale horror of his countenance!--But then so calm,--so compos'd!--I repeat, there can, be no chance.-- Where is Molesworth? I heard him say as I enter'd his apartment: come to me, my friend,--_holding out his hand_--come to me, my friend.--Don't weep--don't let me leave you in tears.--If you wish me well, rejoice:--think how I should have dragg'd out a miserable number of days, after--oh, George! after--Here he stopp'd.--The surgeon desir'd he would suffer us to lift him on the bed.--No, he said, in a faultering accent, if I move I shall die before I have made known to my friend my last request.--Upon which the physician and surgeon retir'd to a distant part of the room, to give him an opportunity of speaking with greater freedom. He caught hold of my hand with the grasp of anguish, saying, Go, go. I entreat you, by that steady regard which has subsisted between us,--_go_ to the unhappy family:--if they can be comforted; ay, if they _can_, you must undertake the task.--_I_ will die without you.--Tell them I send the thanks, the duty, of a dying man;--that they must consider me as their own. A few, a _very_ few hours! and I shall be their own;--I shall be united to their angel daughter.--Dear soul, he cried, is it for this,--for this, I tore myself from you!--But stop, I will not repine; the reward of my sufferings is at hand. _Now_, you may lift me on the bed;--_now_, my friend, pointing to the door,--_now_, my dear Molesworth, if you wish I should die in--_there fainted_.--He lay without signs of life so long, that I thought, all was over.-- I cannot comply with his last request;--it is his last I am convinc'd;--he will never speak more, Risby!--he will never _more_ pronounce the name of Molesworth.